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Ladies and lovers, will ye see
How gold hair hath its perjury?
And how the lip may twice or thrice
Undo the soul; and how the heart
May quite annul the heart's own price
Given for many a goodly part
Of heaven? How one love shall be fair,
And whole and perfect in the rare
Great likeness of an angel,—yea,
And how another, golden-miened,
With lovely seeming and sweet way,
Shall come and be but as a fiend
To tempt and drag the soul away—
And all for ever? Listen well:
This is a lay of heaven and hell:
Listen, and think how it shall be
With you in love's eternity.
How gold hair hath its perjury?
And how the lip may twice or thrice
Undo the soul; and how the heart
May quite annul the heart's own price
Given for many a goodly part
Of heaven? How one love shall be fair,
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Great likeness of an angel,—yea,
And how another, golden-miened,
With lovely seeming and sweet way,
Shall come and be but as a fiend
To tempt and drag the soul away—
And all for ever? Listen well:
This is a lay of heaven and hell:
Listen, and think how it shall be
With you in love's eternity.
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