"That day we met there, I and she one with the other all alone;
And we were blithe; yet memory
saddens those hours, as when the moon
Looks upon daylight. And with her
I stooped to drink the spring-water,
Athirst where other waters sprang:
And where the echo is, she sang -
My soul another echo there."
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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