.

Love will not turn away

for the splendor of one day,

for the passing hours

and all the golden showers,

though Summer’d be sweeter still

if Love did ease and hunger fill…

.

Now doom, and Love are near;

as though we swept by like deer,

as though we fled deep rains,

deep snows and deep heart-pains, 

yet could not save dying love, 

and could not touch the skies above.

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Vain my life, shall not be

if my heart can comfort thee… 

Shame my face will not know

if our love doth grow and grow 

and escape all mortal bounds,

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