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II.
Mayhap the humble tale I tell
Of the great passion which absorbs
The gentle hearts that round me dwell,
And wings the world, and holds the orbs,
And strews the skies with asphodel,
Of the great passion which absorbs
The gentle hearts that round me dwell,
And wings the world, and holds the orbs,
And strews the skies with asphodel,
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Will yield some letters of the Word
Which still unspoken must remain;
And bear to bosoms, swelled and stirred,
Some meanings of the tender pain
Which they have neither seen nor heard.
Which still unspoken must remain;
And bear to bosoms, swelled and stirred,
Some meanings of the tender pain
Which they have neither seen nor heard.
My Philip, bred in Northern climes,
Preached the great Word I strive to sing;
And in the grand and golden times—
Aflame with love—he went to bring
His Mildred—subject of my rhymes—
Preached the great Word I strive to sing;
And in the grand and golden times—
Aflame with love—he went to bring
His Mildred—subject of my rhymes—
From her far home on Southern plains;
And what they shared of bale and bliss,
And what their losses, what their gains,
The loving eye that readeth this
May gather, if it take the pains.
And what they shared of bale and bliss,
And what their losses, what their gains,
The loving eye that readeth this
May gather, if it take the pains.
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