Is not all rapture wrought of pain?Unweeping you rejoice in vain.There is no smile without a tear;There is no courage without fear.Therefore, my love, if you would liveYou first must lose and then must give,You first must dream and then may sleep;There is no wasting save to keep,—So when the flowers in your eyesHave proved by death that nothing dies,Your gold forlorn has turned to grey,Victorious you still shall say:"I've known all torment, felt all bliss,Each burning tear, each icy kiss,And hopeless hope and fearless fear,Reason enthronèd, thought austere.Fashioned of folly, I am wise;Out of my joys I've stolen sighs;With broken bits I've built a heart.There is no whole without a part.Though tears and laughter dim my eyesI've taught the setting sun to rise;Though life be tired and love be old,My dream is dreamt, my tale is told."
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