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VIII. SONG
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Will God at last give me this one sweet thing,—That thy young lips should touch the lips that sing?
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That thy young heart should wake a song in meMore glad than morning's to the dark cold sea?
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If thou canst love me, let thy love abideUnchanged for ever. Be my light and guide!
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But give no love that thou wilt take away.Turn not the sea's whole blue to waste wild grey!
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O love of loves, my very singing diesBefore the strange sweet light that fills thine eyes.
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Let me—what tenderer sweeter thing could be?—Die at the hands and at the lips of thee!
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