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VII.
A SONG OF LOVE.
“Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
“Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild;
O Eye and Tear—mother and child.
Now wet and wild;
O Eye and Tear—mother and child.
“Well: Love and Pain
Be kinsfolk twain:
Yet would, Oh would I could love again.”
Be kinsfolk twain:
Yet would, Oh would I could love again.”
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