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SONNET X
LOVE'S MIGHT
That pains me so! To think the sunlight knew,
The blossoms knew (or how could they have bloomed!)
The sunsets knew thee, wild and crimson-plumed,
Spreading their plumage over ceaseless blue.
I was the one heart in the world untrue!
That saddens me; for now so many entombed
Sweet thoughts of thine may never be resumed.
Can Nature's hand repeat one sunset's hue?
The blossoms knew (or how could they have bloomed!)
The sunsets knew thee, wild and crimson-plumed,
Spreading their plumage over ceaseless blue.
I was the one heart in the world untrue!
That saddens me; for now so many entombed
Sweet thoughts of thine may never be resumed.
Can Nature's hand repeat one sunset's hue?
I cannot penetrate with fiery speed
The far star-spaces,—search the silent night
For thoughts of thine that made dark spaces bright
And sowed with new stars heaven's exalted mead.
Yet love hath greater than the whole heaven's might
And love can follow where a girl's eyes lead.
The far star-spaces,—search the silent night
For thoughts of thine that made dark spaces bright
And sowed with new stars heaven's exalted mead.
Yet love hath greater than the whole heaven's might
And love can follow where a girl's eyes lead.
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