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NOW AND EVER
Ask what you will, my own and only Love;
For, to love's service true,
Your least wish sways me as from worlds above,
And I yield all to you,
Who are the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
For, to love's service true,
Your least wish sways me as from worlds above,
And I yield all to you,
Who are the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
—Yet some things e'en to thee I cannot yield!
As that one gift, by which
On the still morning in the wood-side field,
Thou mad'st existence rich,
Who wast the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
As that one gift, by which
On the still morning in the wood-side field,
Thou mad'st existence rich,
Who wast the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
We had talk'd long; and then a silence came;
And in the topmost firs
To his nest the white dove floated like a flame:
And my lips closed on hers
Who was the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
And in the topmost firs
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And my lips closed on hers
Who was the only She,
And in one girl all womanhood to me.
Since when my heart lies by her heart,—nor now
Could I 'twixt hers and mine,
Nor the most love-skill'd Angel, choose;—So thou
In vain would'st ask for thine!
—Who art the only She,
And, in one girl, all womanhood to me.
Could I 'twixt hers and mine,
Nor the most love-skill'd Angel, choose;—So thou
In vain would'st ask for thine!
—Who art the only She,
And, in one girl, all womanhood to me.
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