Remote

Somewhere, perchance, there is a love
That one day I may gain;
But O, it is so very far,
Through darkness and the rain!

And yet more distant than the dream
Of joy that still may be
Is that old love gone softly down
The aisles of Memory!

by Charles Hanson Towne

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