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Eros, with shafts by thousands aimed At laughing lovers round in rows, Fades from their sight whose tongues proclaimed Eros.

But higher than transient shapes or shows The light of love in life inflamed Springs, toward no goal that these disclose.

Above those heavens which passion claimed Shines, veiled by change that ebbs and flows, The soul in all things born or framed, Eros.