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CLVIII. THE LOVING HEART.
Since love hath made this heart his joyous room
I have no other thoughts than thoughts of bliss:
And in my strivings day by day would be
His worthy harbinger, and not his tomb:
For frailest symbol is the short-lived kiss
Of that eternal light that burns in me.
I have no other thoughts than thoughts of bliss:
And in my strivings day by day would be
His worthy harbinger, and not his tomb:
For frailest symbol is the short-lived kiss
Of that eternal light that burns in me.
I would not be like other maids therefore,
Who love for him they love and him alone:
For he may die; but Love can never die:
And he may change; but Love for evermore
Remains the same, and with unchangèd tone
Sings in the happy heart continually.
Who love for him they love and him alone:
For he may die; but Love can never die:
And he may change; but Love for evermore
Remains the same, and with unchangèd tone
Sings in the happy heart continually.
This makes that in my soul I no more fear
The ills of life, nor that which death can take:
But every flower becomes a double flower;
And skies that erst were clear are much more clear:
And Love that still I love for Love's sweet sake
Reigns and rejoices in his fixèd tower,
And smiles, and still will smile upon the bier.
The ills of life, nor that which death can take:
But every flower becomes a double flower;
And skies that erst were clear are much more clear:
And Love that still I love for Love's sweet sake
Reigns and rejoices in his fixèd tower,
And smiles, and still will smile upon the bier.
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