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22
WRITTEN ON READING THE FOREGOING SONNET.
Yet let me look upon those words again,The words of hatred, I have dared to trace.
Alas! alas! how often, in the place,
Where, in the calm of reason, we were fain
That love, all-clasping love, alone should reign,
(Such love as would enfold, in its embrace,
All life, created, in deep joy, to pace
The ever lovely earth, or, the vast main
And the pellucid depths of air, to cleave,
With gladness, still renewed) our passions throne
The hatred that we bade, for ever, leave
Our thoughts. O come again, sweet love, to own,
For evermore, an undivided sway:
Come, rule my erring thoughts—come, guide my onward way.
May 29th, 1843.
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