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WHEN first I came here I had hope Hope for

WHEN first I came here I had hope
Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat
My heart at the sight of the tall slope
Or grass and yews as if my feet
Only by scaling its steps of chalk
Would see something no other hill
Ever disclosed. And now I walk
Down it the last time. Never will
My heart beat so again at sight
Of any hill although as fair
And loftier. For infinite
The change late unperceived this year
The twelfth suddenly shows me plain.
Hope now not health nor cheerfulness
Since they can come and go again
As often one brief hour witnesses
Just hope has gone forever. Perhaps
I may love other hills yet more
Than this the future and the maps
Hide something I was waiting for.
One thing I know that love with chance
And use and time and necessity
Will grow and louder the heart's dance
At parting than at meeting be.

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