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| | And we the shadows of the dream. |
| SHELLEY. |
I HAD not seen my sons dear face | |
| (He chose the cloister by Gods grace) | |
| Since it had come to full flower-time. | |
| I hardly guessed at its perfect prime, | |
| That folded flower of his dear face. | 5 |
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| Mine eyes were veiled by mists of tears | |
| When on a day in many years | |
| One of his order came. I thrilled | |
| Facing, I thought, that face fulfilled. | |
| I doubted, for my mists of tears. | 10 |
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| His blessing be with me for ever! | |
| My hope and doubt were hard to sever. | |
| That altered face, those holy weeds. | |
| I filled his wallet and kissed his beads, | |
| And lost his echoing feet for ever. | 15 |
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| If to my son my alms were given | |
| I know not, and I wait for Heaven. | |
| He did not plead for child of mine, | |
| But for another Child divine, | |
| And unto Him it was surely given. | 20 |
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| There is one alone who cannot change; | |
| Dreams are we, shadows, visions strange; | |
| And all I give is given to one. | |
| I might mistake my dearest son, | |
| But never the Son who cannot change. | 25 |
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