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ALWAYS.

I had a Love once past compare:
Spirits who weave a maiden's hair
Wove none such colour, none so fair.
As Love who finds and Love who sips
Did kiss her cheeks and finger-tips
Roses fell from his rosy lips.
With joy she sought my aching side
To answer love so long had cried;
At morn a maid, at evening bride.

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Her neck was sweet as flowering pear,
So fair her eyes, her mouth so fair!
Soft was her heart. I rested there.
I had a love once past my skill
To worship as becomes my will;
The Love I had, I have her still.