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VERSES

You will not kiss me, O my love, my love!
You will not kiss me, but you cannot spare
My lips for others, nor in comfort list
If haply they should laud strange eyes and hair.
The violets and roses of my choice
Must in your garden grow, or you are sad;
And if I cease to smile, come shining tears
To buy fresh smiles, whereat your heart grows glad.
Thus in austere simplicity our lives
Are sunshine, sunshine, sunshine without heat;
And it is witness to your nameless charm
That I must starve in patience at your feet.