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But there are times, she said, when you forget,
Lying within the circle of my sky
To watch horizons, and our eyes have met
After a kiss when it was only I
You saw or wished to see, and you have caught
Sometimes and held me when your eyes were blind
For seeing farther than the thing they sought
Which was not farther than the flesh could find.
Were you not happy then?
Ah, happier
Forgetting you and using what you seemed
Than thinking stubbornly what else you were,
And happier forgetting I had dreamed
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