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1865–1945

AFTER LOVE.

Arthur Symons

O TO part now, and, parting now, Never to meet again; To have done for ever, I and thou, With joy, and so with pain.

It is too hard, too hard to meet As friends, and love no more; Those other meetings were too sweet That went before.

And I would have, now love it over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend!

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