19
“It is a world of sad, cold, heartless stuff,
Like a bought smile, no joy in it.”—“But stay;
Did you not find your lady?”—“Sure enough!
I still had hopes till then. The autumn day
Was westering, the long shadows crossed my way,
When over daisies folded for the night
Beneath rook-gathering elms she came in sight.”
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—“Was she not fair?”—“So beautiful, she seemed