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I love thee, Dearest, for thine own dear sake,Not for the sake of love; for love to me
Came in thy guise, and bade my heart awake
From dreams of love's delight to love of thee.
Not for love's sake but for thy very own;—
Yet Love, immortal Love, is well content
That I should love thee for thyself alone,
Since thy sweet self is love's embodiment.
Not for love's sake I love thee, but for thine
I love my dream of love,—the vision fair
That lured my footsteps to Love's altar-shrine,
And taught my heart to kneel in hope and prayer;—
Till Love at last unveiled his hidden grace,
And gazing upward I beheld—thy face.
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