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MANY LOVES, YET EACH INTENSE
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“There is but one love pure and strong and deep
In the whole life of each. No loves have power
Again like first love into passionate flower
To bloom. When first love fades, all love-songs sleep.”
So thinkest thou? Nay! the whole soul can weep,
Rejoice, and love, with limitless desire
As many times as there are stars on fire
To light the darkling fields the wild winds reap.
In the whole life of each. No loves have power
Again like first love into passionate flower
To bloom. When first love fades, all love-songs sleep.”
So thinkest thou? Nay! the whole soul can weep,
Rejoice, and love, with limitless desire
As many times as there are stars on fire
To light the darkling fields the wild winds reap.
If loves were many as all these starry fires
That beacon, far on high, from void to void,
There would be room for some new star-love buoyed
By the dark air whose tender breath suspires
Around it.—All past constellations' scorn
Hinders no new sweet star from being born.
That beacon, far on high, from void to void,
There would be room for some new star-love buoyed
By the dark air whose tender breath suspires
Around it.—All past constellations' scorn
Hinders no new sweet star from being born.
January, 1883.
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