MEMOIR
Such bliss he had, such agony,And what he had he gave to me.
I shut the door of our small house,And lived with agony's carouse:
I opened the door and let inOthers to live down the din;
And all the time his bliss was thereEluding me like silver air,
And when I caught his silver gleeIt was too magical for me.
I broke his bliss, I hushed his woe,We stood in our empty house to go
Packed and coated on our quest;He went east, I went west,
Until at length we met beforeThe narrow panel of our door;
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