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LOVE AND SONG.
NEEDS must the poet early sing and lateOf Love, that is Life's spring and fountain-head,
Of Love, that dieth not, when all is dead,
That wreathes with flowers the sullen steps of Fate;
Nor, though the Fair he love and imprecate
Confusion on the Foul, upon his head
That evil doth no curse of him is said;
No room there is within his heart for hate.
Nay, since the most part of the poet's wit
From Love, that moves the stars, he hath to boon,
Still in the fair God's track his feet must run;
For song, that hath nor love nor faith in it,
To nothing may be likened but a moon
That unenlightened is of any sun.
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