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I dreamed, Belovèd, that I heard thy voiceSaying “Thy love shall have its due reward:
Take what thy heart desires: be thine the choice:
No gulf divides us now, no flaming sword.”
Then didst thou proffer me love's cup of bliss,
With gracious words that haunt my memory still,—
“O love, for love's dear sake I bring thee this:
Drink, if thou must; thy love shall have its will.”
But as I heard thy voice and felt thy touch,
Love's purest wave surged upward to its flood,
Matching the love that made thee give so much,
Quenching with joy the fever in my blood:—
“O love,” I cried, “no wine of earth can slake
The thirst for thee which thy fond words awake.”
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