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O Love O Lustre of the sunlit earth	B
That knows thy step and revels in the worth	B
Of thy much beauty Is't thy will anew	C
Famed as thou art to marvel that I sue	C
With such persistence and in such unrest	D
Amid the frenzies of my passion quest	D
Wilt look ungently and without a tear	E
On all the pangs I bear at thy behest	D
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Morning and eve I cease not when I kneel	F
To my Redeemer for my spirit's weal	F
And for my body's as becomes a man	G
Morning and eve I cease not in the span	G
Of all my days O thou Unconquer'd One	H
To pray for thee and do what may be done	H
To re acquire the friendship I have lost	I
Which is the holiest thing beneath the sun	H
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For what is fame that with so loud a voice	J
O'ersways the nations What the random choice	J
Of sight and sound which makes the place we fill	F
So fraught with good so redolent of ill	F
Where is the thunderstorm of yesternight	I
That shook the clouds And where the levin's blight	I
That spake of chaos and the Judgment Day	I
And where the wisdom of a king's delight	I
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Could I be kiss'd of thee or crown'd of men	L
I'd choose the kiss I'd be ordain d then	L
Lord of myself and not the slave I seem	M
To each new doubt Our tryste was like a dream	M
And yet 'twas true For oft by wonder chance	N
We find the path to many a bright romance	N
And many a tilt and tourney of dear love	K
In which the brave are vanquish'd by a glance	N
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To lie alone with thee one little hour	O
And cling to thee as flower may cling to flower	O
With no rough thought beyond the peace thereof	K
To be thy comrade and to don and doff	K
The little chain that hangs about thy neck	P
To do all this my Fair One and to fleck	P
Thine eyes with kisses were a righteous deed	I
And not a thing for Love to hold in check	P
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vi	K
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Nay there are dimples which I long to taste	I
And there's a girdle fit for Phoebe's waist	I
Which I would loosen for I have the skill	F
To handle lilies and by Venus' will	F
I'd handle thee and comfort thee therein	Q
For love's a sacrament I'd die to win	Q
And not a toy nor yet a subterfuge	R
And not a pitfall for the feet of sin	Q
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The searching suddenness of thy blue eyes	S
The flash thereof the fire that in them lies	S
All this I yearn to all the soul of thee	K
Shown in thy looks as though to solace me	K
In some disaster portion'd out as mine	T
Where thou abidest where thy limbs recline	T
Where thou'rt absorb'd in silence or in prayer	E
There stands a throne there gleams a fairy shrine	T
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I am indeed more subject to thy sway	I
Than trees are subject in their tender way	I
To earth's great king revolving round the sphere	U
I am thy suffering servant all the year	U
And when I wake thy name is on my lips	V
And when I sleep I feel thy finger tips	V
Press'd on mine eyes as if thy wraith were there	E
To save my soul from night's entire eclipse	V
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Till I have heard from thee my doom of death	W
I shall be proud to serve thee with my breath	W
And with my labour and be thine withal	F
As Man is God's content with any thrall	F
That's bound in thee content with any lot	I
That's link'd with thine in some secluded spot	I
Which thou hast lov'd O Lady in the past	I
And where remorse and wrong will find us not	I
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To know thee fair ah God how sweet is this	V
To find thee wavering and to grasp in bliss	V
Only the dream of thee how sad the while	F
And yet by reason of a moment's smile	F
How grand to hope how gracious to forget	I
Thou false to me Thou heedless of a debt	I
Of love's incurring Nay by Juno's crown	X
Thy snow white hand shall be my guerdon yet	I
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The spirit love that leads us to the soul	F
Athwart the body as its fairest goal	F
The love that lives in languor undefined	I
And yet is strong the love that can be kind	I
And yet aggressive as a soldier's blade	I
Keen to the hilt entranced and not afraid	I
This is the love that will survive the death	W
Of all endowments which the years have made	I
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Wilt frown at this Wilt chide me Wilt appeal	F
As some are wont when lovers out of zeal	F
O'erstep the bounds of wisdom which hath ceased	I
To win men's praise The Matins of the East	I
Sung by the lark the Credo of the Cloud	I
Which oft he sings in confirmation proud	I
Of his great love all this were mine excuse	V
If I could sing as he so dawn endow'd	I
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For I'd be welcome then where'er thou art	I
And gladden thee and play as prompt a part	I
As Romeo play'd with Juliet at his breast	I
Who loves not love who hates to be caress'd	I
Is Nature's bane and I'll denounce him too	I
For he's a foe to all that's just and true	I
In earth and Heaven and when he seeks a joy	Y
His quest shall fail his hand shall miss the clue	I
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We know these things We know how dark a word	I
May let in light and how the smallest bird	I
May mix the morn with music till we think	Z
The fire lit air is wine for us to drink	Z
And every drop salvation every sound	I
A Muse's whisper all the flower full ground	I
A fancy carpet fit for knights to tread	I
When on their way to Arthur's Table Round	I
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A peevish fool is he who will not raise	V
His hands in prayer among the danger days	V
That come to all for he when waxen old	I
Will search the past and find it callous cold	I
And all the future too will freeze for him	A2
Nor shall he weep aright when tears bedim	A2
His desperate doleful eyes that know not faith	B2
And he shall hear no chants of cherubim	A2
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I was bewitch'd of late My soul had met	I
Some fearful doom and there had dropt a threat	I
A curse belike from lips of Atropos	V
There had been done a deed of spirit loss	V
Which did o'erwhelm me as I paused thereat	I
But now 'tis shunn'd and where a Tremor sat	I
Now sits a Hope and where a gulf was seen	C2
Now stands a mount as blest as Ararat	I
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The rose is silent and the lily dumb	A2
For Man alone He sees them when they come	A2
Glad from the soil but what they mean thereby	K
And what they dream of when they front the sky	K
Eludes his learning But the birds can tell	F
Moths talk to flowers and breezes in the dell	F
Hear more confessions than we men reveal	F
And oaks and cedars love each other well	F
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In woodland places where the grass is lit	I
With lamp like flowers I seem to see thee flit	I
On azure wings as if to bless the glade	I
For everywhere thy form in shine and shade	I
Doth come and go conversant as I deem	A2
With Nature's whims for thou'rt of great esteem	A2
In fairy haunts and elves and fays confess	V
How sweet thou art my Love and how supreme	A2
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Diana's self was not more virgin proud	I
The maiden moon new seated on a cloud	I
That seems her throne where she receives the stars	V
The moon who holds her court beyond the jars	V
Of land and sea the moon the vestal moon	D2
Has kept thee cold since the transcendant noon	D2
Of that wild day when I thy hand did claim	A2
And when thy lips refus d me their boon	D2
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But thoughts are free and mine have found at last	I
Their apt solution and from out the past	I
There seems to shine as 'twere a beacon fire	O
And all the land is lit with large desire	O
Of lambent glory all the quivering sea	V
Is big with waves that wait the Morn's decree	V
As I thy vassal wait thy beckoning smile	F
Athwart the splendors of my dreams of Thee	V
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Amen	L