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When we shall meet, I strangely know
The mad emotions that shall flow
  Across my heart all quivering,
  Beneath the raptures he shall bring
From angel years that gladdened so.

And I all shy and silent grow
Beneath his glance of gladness, though
  Wild yearnings through my bosom spring,
    When we shall meet.

Till joyful tears of passion show,
And to his kind embrace I throw
  My heart unworthy, and I cling
  With deathless fondness to the king
I worshipped in the Long Ago,
    When we shall meet!