Time does not halt, though heart be stopped by heart,
But measures out its pace eternally.
The years advance and leave behind their trace,
Experiences multiply, now sweet,
Now sad, now kept in mind, now quite forgot.
And of these years a pregnant one is caught
Within the clasp of memory's embrace -
That year from which succeeding ones are told
Of which the fortieth has now arrived
To mark the anniversary of when
Two young enamoured pledged to pass their days
Together in the state that love decreed.
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