Must I, gazing vainly, see
Faint as utmost sea-dipt sail,
That sweet face shadow'd from me, -
That dear unforgotten face,
With unutterable grace
Shining from some distant place?
Ah, to those who yearn to know, -
Daily listen at love's gate,
Hard enough to find! . . We go
Through the ways high-hedg'd and strait,
Just a thick blue canopy,
Just a flower, a bird, a tree,
Just a westering wind, you see!
Seldom touch we nearest those
Human hearts from youth akin.
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