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LIV
Fate little knows—blind ruler of the blind,Whose kingdom is the course of outward things—
That in the boundless empire of the mind
His plaything, Love, sits throned as King of Kings.
Fate little guessed, when with empoisoned steel
Of love's despair he stabbed my stricken breast,
How one immedicable wound would heal
All other wounds or lull their pangs to rest.
Fate little dreamed, when, summoned from afar,
Thy beauty came to blight and to destroy,
That Love would lead me like a guiding star,
Into the land of inward peace and joy,—
A land of light, where no dark shadows fall,
Where Fate is nothing and where Love is all.
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