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LII. LOVE'S TASK
I think a task so sweet, and yet so strangely solemn,
Was never given to man.—Not with bright shaft and column
A temple high to raise:
No sculptured stone to blend with dreams of love and passion:
Not through sweet music-chords to wander in wild fashion:
Not by large song to win the Epic bays.
Was never given to man.—Not with bright shaft and column
A temple high to raise:
No sculptured stone to blend with dreams of love and passion:
Not through sweet music-chords to wander in wild fashion:
Not by large song to win the Epic bays.
Only to sing thy face: this is the task Love giveth.
To sing the soul as well that in the deep eyes liveth:
To sing,—as best I can.
The task seems simple at first; yet, as the work proceedeth
It seems, the while the heart is pierced of love and bleedeth,
The cruellest sweet task ever set to man.
To sing the soul as well that in the deep eyes liveth:
To sing,—as best I can.
The task seems simple at first; yet, as the work proceedeth
It seems, the while the heart is pierced of love and bleedeth,
The cruellest sweet task ever set to man.
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