by AE
Youth met within a garden,
And youth to youth revealed
Time's loveliest hidden secrets,
Things that were dead and sealed:

What domes of ivory wonder
Rose in the golden race:
What heavens were fabled o'er them—
For some face like this face.

Youth roamed by shore and mountain
And its new wisdom told:
But earth and sea were silent,
Their lovely faces cold.
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