I see a face of love,
Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong:
Yea - art thou come again to me, great Song?"
The face bent over him like silver night
In long-remembered summers; that calm light
Of days which shine in firmaments of thought,
That past unchangeable, from change still wrought. (George Eliot)

I see a face of love, Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong: Yea - art thou come again to me, great Song?" The face bent over him like silver night In long-remembered summers; that calm light Of days which shine in firmaments of thought, That past unchangeable, from change still wrought.

George Eliot

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