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If love thou must; if love is life's own flame;If passion kindles passion:—Oh forbear
To flood with love the fountain whence love came,
To melt with love the ice-fall of despair.
Scarce can love's channel hold its brimming stream;
One whispered word might sweep its walls away:
Oh let my hope remain a hopeless dream,
A dumb desire, a prayer I dare not pray.
If love thou must, if love to love is drawn
As star to star,—then love this voiceless woe,
This hidden fire, this darkness of the dawn,
These unbreathed sighs, these tears that will not flow:—
Love the vast love that makes my life its own,
But love it, Dearest! for itself alone.
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