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Alas! I can but love thee. This aloneHath Fate permitted. I may never see
The harvest ripen which my heart hath sown,
Nor in love's bliss forget love's agony.
I can but love thee, Dearest! All but this
Hath Fate forbidden. I may never hold
Thy breast to mine, with oft-imprinted kiss
Telling thee still what still remains untold.
I can but love thee. Shall I ask for more?
What if all other outlets be denied?
Through this one channel will my passion pour
The breadth and depth and fervour of its tide,
Freed by the bonds which it is doomed to wear,
Fed by the frozen fount of its despair.
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