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THE GOD
Graybeard, annotating Love,
What is all this cold blaspheming?
Love is known to change to scorn
Between an evening and a morn.
Men have been stricken dead
For less than you have said.
What is all this cold blaspheming?
Love is known to change to scorn
Between an evening and a morn.
Men have been stricken dead
For less than you have said.
Lust, the cunning parasite,
Breaks the oath he's fond of swearing;
Quarter-Love and Half-Love play
Forgetful of a yesterday;
But Love—the god—is strange
To aught of central change.
Breaks the oath he's fond of swearing;
Quarter-Love and Half-Love play
Forgetful of a yesterday;
But Love—the god—is strange
To aught of central change.
Scholarly barbarian,
While you spill your drops of acid,
Love recalls with what a bliss
You stirred him when he ran to kiss
The child too little then
To wound him with a pen.
While you spill your drops of acid,
Love recalls with what a bliss
You stirred him when he ran to kiss
The child too little then
To wound him with a pen.
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Stars of melted radiance learn
How to fade from fire to darkness;
Steady for a million years,
The mountains dance like barley-ears;
But Love was born to brave
Both Passion and the Grave.
How to fade from fire to darkness;
Steady for a million years,
The mountains dance like barley-ears;
But Love was born to brave
Both Passion and the Grave.
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