“Love! It began with a glance, Grew with the growing flowers, Smiled in a dreamful trance, Recked not the passage of hours. “Grief! It began with a word, Grew with the winds that raved, A prayer for pardon unheard, Pardon in turn uncraved. The bridge so easy to sever, The stream so swift to be free, Till the brook became a river, And the river became a sea.…
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