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ANTIPATHIES.
Love is no product of the obedient will,It hath its root in those deep sympathies,
Mere ties of blood are powerless to control;
I love thee not because around thy heart
An Arctic nature hath built up the ice
Of thawless winter: vain it is to strive
Against the law of just antipathies:
The Tropic sunlight burns not at the Poles,
Nor blooms the lustrous foliage of the East
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To all my gods thou art antipodal,
Therefore, again, good sir! I love thee not.
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