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IV.
By the gloom of those holy fanes
Where the light stream'd through
Dim orange and purple panes
On the aisles below;
By the ruin'd and roofless wall
Of that castle high,
With its turrets so grey and tall
In the clear blue sky;
Where the light stream'd through
Dim orange and purple panes
On the aisles below;
By the ruin'd and roofless wall
Of that castle high,
With its turrets so grey and tall
In the clear blue sky;
By beauty, because its light
Should thy portion be,
And whatever is fair and bright
Seems a part of thee;
And by darkness and blank decay,
Because they tell
What the world would be, thou away,
Whom I love so well;
Should thy portion be,
And whatever is fair and bright
Seems a part of thee;
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Because they tell
What the world would be, thou away,
Whom I love so well;
By these, and by Love's power divine,
My heart, my soul, my life, are thine!
My heart, my soul, my life, are thine!
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