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ONE PERFECT WIFE

Not all the flowers and bowers wherein love shines
With soft seductive feet
Can still the yearning burning heart that pines
For one, and but one, woman sweet.
Not all the songs and throngs of maidens fair
With eyes of many hues
Can banish pain and strain and carking care,—
One love, but one, we still would choose:
That she, immortal, endless, still the same,
Might soothe our soul to rest;
To shoot love's arrow once, with but one aim,
Is wisest after all, and best.

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Nought else can heal us, save us, bring us peace,
Conclude the long wild strife;
Light loves but fever us,—all fevers cease
When we have found one perfect wife.