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 Some need, of sensual nature born, Subjects the blithest hour of morn; Eve slaves in beauty to some task Of Reason, half-ashamed to ask; Some refuse moments of dull light, Love's pittance out of all his right On universal Day and Night.

And yet we love!—

bride, by Nature made! — Yet rather who hath stood, And with a hero's soul obeyed A vision pure of blood.

Ah me! what bliss—if it could be— Acknowledged by thy love, To breast the world below with thee, To scale the world above!