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SONNET XVI
“PERHAPS ONE LOVE UNITES ALL”
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SONNET XVI
“PERHAPS ONE LOVE UNITES ALL”
Yes: there are many loves.—The love that dreams
Of flowers and songs, and weaves within its hair
Leaves fresh from dalliance with youth's mountain-air
And blossoms dainty from the morning's streams.
Love too that mixes with the pale moonbeams
Its mystic tresses. Passion swift and rare:
Love even than the rose's kiss more fair;
Love whose young heart with wildest fancy teems.
Of flowers and songs, and weaves within its hair
Leaves fresh from dalliance with youth's mountain-air
And blossoms dainty from the morning's streams.
Love too that mixes with the pale moonbeams
Its mystic tresses. Passion swift and rare:
Love even than the rose's kiss more fair;
Love whose young heart with wildest fancy teems.
But fairer and more beautiful than these
Is just the love that by its very soul
Swears that from starting till the final goal
Shines like white marble through the cypress trees
There shall be sympathy divine and deep,
From love's first waking,—till love falls asleep.
Is just the love that by its very soul
Swears that from starting till the final goal
Shines like white marble through the cypress trees
There shall be sympathy divine and deep,
From love's first waking,—till love falls asleep.
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