"Cry Kismet! and take heart. Eros is gone,   Nor may we follow to that loftier air
  Olympians breathe. Take heart, and enter where
  A lighter Love, vine-crowned, laughs i' the sun,
  Oblivious of tangled webs ill-spun
  By ancient wearied weavers, for it may be
  His guidance leads to lovers of such as we
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