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Of looks that fail and lips that chill,
            —All the drear
And pallid cheats of love that kill
            The heart here—

Then do I dream—oh far away—
            Another day;
Another light where truer hues,
            Reds and blues,
Live as in living eyes and cheeks;
            Where love lives,
And all my spirit loves and seeks
            Love gives.

Nay, your true heart is not this pale
            Thing to fail
Short of such promised love as dies
            In such eyes:
I build up all the world anew,—
            Nay, above,
I make another world—where You
            Build up Love;