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In happy dreams I hold you full in sight,
 I blush again who waking look so wan;
 Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
Thus only in a dream we are at one,
 Thus only in a dream we give and take
  The faith that maketh rich who take or give;
 If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,
  To die were surely sweeter than to live,
Though there be nothing new beneath the sun.

4.

"Poca favilla gran namma seconda."—Dante.
"Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,
E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore.—Petrarca.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
 Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
 Which owes the other most? my love was long,
 And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be—
 Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not " mine" or "thine;"
 With separate "I" and "thou" free love has done,
  For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of "thine that is not mine;"
  Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
 Both of us, of the love which makes us one.