PART TEN - IMPRIMIS
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"So let us laugh, lest vain rememberings Breed, as of old, some rude bucolic cry Of awkward anguishes, of dreams that die Without decorum, of Love lacking wings Yet striving you-ward in his flounderings Eternally,—as now, even when I lie As I lie now, who know that you and I Exist and heed not lesser happenings.
"I was. I am. I will be. Eh, no doubt For some sufficient cause, I drift, defer, Equivocate, dream, hazard, grow more stout, Age, am no longer Love's idolater,— And yet I could and would not live without Your faith that heartens and your doubts which spur."
LIONEL CROCHARD. Palinodia.