I should have known when I first saw you there
Against the backdrop of that summer morn,
That soon my soul would drown in sweet despair
And languish in your wake, in sorrow torn;
But how could I have known it then, my love—
Your velvet hand would one day crush my heart
Where once it held my spirit high above
And stayed all sorrow like some sound rampart.
What casualty could curdle sweetest dreams
And callously fond human hope despise?
What chance could tarnish all that future gleams
And cast true love into this sad demise?
Still, if I had known then what I know now—
Again unto that magic would I bow.

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