Retrospection

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Retrospection

After all⁠—

mine is the joy

Which naught can lessen or destroy.

For love has led my flying feet

Where immortelles are springing sweet,

And everlasting skies of gold

Are memories, when earth is cold

And though our future paths should lie

Estranged, as star-ways, through the sky,

I shall not look reproof, nor find

Within this pass a charge unkind,

And lightly sorrow shall be met

For I can never know regret.