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“It is a world of sad, cold, heartless stuff,

Like a bought smile, no joy in it.”⁠—“But stay;

Did you not find your lady?”⁠—“Sure enough!

I still had hopes till then. The autumn day

Was westering, the long shadows crossed my way,

When over daisies folded for the night

Beneath rook-gathering elms she came in sight.”