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[The Sun pursues his starry round in space]
The Sun pursues his starry round in space,Alone in light, but not alone in love;
For in his train the Moon doth climb above,
And turn to him her meek and patient face:
Alone in strength the forest cedar towers,
But not alone in love, by love embraced;
The vine upsprings and clings about his waist,
And at his feet do grow a thousand flowers:
Nor are the flowers—though none their sweets repay
With kindred sweets—alone; the summer breeze
Hangs round their lips, while troops of loving bees
Lie on their hearts and sigh their souls away:
Why then should I, though none may answer me
With equal love, O Love, despair of thee?
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