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XXV
Aye, lover, would you love with zest,
Win, hold, and hold her fast and well?
Believe, believe the best the best
Though she have singed her skirts in hell!
Hold not one doubt, house just this thought—
That she is all in all you sought.
Win, hold, and hold her fast and well?
Believe, believe the best the best
Though she have singed her skirts in hell!
Hold not one doubt, house just this thought—
That she is all in all you sought.
I loved, loved purely, loved profound,
I raised love's temple, round by round.
I built my temple heavens high,
Then shut the door, and she and I
Forgot all things, all things save one,
Beneath the hot path of the sun.
I raised love's temple, round by round.
I built my temple heavens high,
Then shut the door, and she and I
Forgot all things, all things save one,
Beneath the hot path of the sun.
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