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XLI.
[My heart's love is a miser, and his hoard]
My heart's love is a miser, and his hoardGold coins of memory, that bear for print
My lady's effigy stamped at love's own mint
In various posture: words, too, that record
Her praises and Love's power as sovereign lord
Of me and man by God's grace: which, by dint
Of boundless usury and narrow stint,
Lie in my secret heart securely stored.
Ah when in silent night the door is fast
And privacy assured, with what sweet greed
I draw them forth from their close hiding-place
And count my treasures!—joys earned in the past
And saved forever, precious word and deed,
And untold fabulous riches of her grace.
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