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Give me thine hand, and we will run together,
Not struggling each with each, but rather now
United—cutting with one golden prow
Of mutual vessel through the wild black weather
The flying foam; thou needest me, I vow!
Thou art alone in heaven without my song.
For what, oh tell me, is that voiceless throng
Of angels to thee? Can they crown thy brow?
Not struggling each with each, but rather now
United—cutting with one golden prow
Of mutual vessel through the wild black weather
The flying foam; thou needest me, I vow!
Thou art alone in heaven without my song.
For what, oh tell me, is that voiceless throng
Of angels to thee? Can they crown thy brow?
Oh, I will give thee all the flowers of earth,
“Snowdrops and harebells,” which thy sister here
Doth tell me unto thee are chiefly dear;
And I will seek the spots where spring to birth
Violets amid the moss—give thou to me
Sweet Snowdrop, thine own flower-white purity!
“Snowdrops and harebells,” which thy sister here
Doth tell me unto thee are chiefly dear;
And I will seek the spots where spring to birth
Violets amid the moss—give thou to me
Sweet Snowdrop, thine own flower-white purity!
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