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MY BELOVED
Pain's fiery lesson was to teach us this:
To teach the perfect truth to either soul,—
That now, beside us as the swift months roll,
Nought may disturb, no frailty mar, our bliss.
Beneath the stars again our spirits kiss:
Again the smarting puzzled hearts are whole:
Again with gladdened lips Love's crystal bowl
We touch;—and know how great a thing Love is.
To teach the perfect truth to either soul,—
That now, beside us as the swift months roll,
Nought may disturb, no frailty mar, our bliss.
Beneath the stars again our spirits kiss:
Again the smarting puzzled hearts are whole:
Again with gladdened lips Love's crystal bowl
We touch;—and know how great a thing Love is.
Heart of my heart, soul of my soul indeed,
Wast thou in sorrow, and did I not bleed?
Mind of my mind, were issues vast at stake,
Bewildering thee,—and did not my mind ache?
Spirit that crownest mine beyond all loss,
Out of one tree God hewed for each a cross.
Wast thou in sorrow, and did I not bleed?
Mind of my mind, were issues vast at stake,
Bewildering thee,—and did not my mind ache?
Spirit that crownest mine beyond all loss,
Out of one tree God hewed for each a cross.
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