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! Love leaned o'er thy cradle at thy birth,

And laid his lips on thine a moment's space,

Breathing faint laughter and desire of mirth

Into thy soul, and something not of earth

Now mocks me from thy face.

Fain would I raise an answer in those eyes

My hungry eyes look into, but there lurks

Low laughter in their depths, like radiant skies

That from their azure battlements despise

Earth's earnest toilsome works. Rh