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THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE.
They sat together in an autumn wood,These two—they were not very old you know—
She on a mossy pinnacle, he below,
Discussing (do you think they understood
The subject, wise ones, ye who wear the hood
Of Learning?) the Philosophy of Love!
The lady lecturer from the rock above
Discoursing, he replying as best he could;
Ah well! one “learned love from a lady's eyes”
Says Shakespeare—this man's task was sweeter far,
More highly privileged are they that are
Permitted to become in love-lore wise
By teaching of the lips, albeit in sighs
The lesson endeth, having left a scar!
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