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 How shall I win thee, Love?

Standing forth in the sun,

Claiming thee as the meed

Of some heroic deed

Greatly dared, greatly done?

Or with my wistful eyes,

Flattering thy sunny face,

Praising thy stately grace,

Silence's prize?

How shall I wear thee, Love?

Throned mid the flaunted crowd,

Lifted aloft and crowned

With men's applause, the sound

Making me proud?

Or shrined within my heart,

Hidden where none may come,

Under a golden dome

Always apart. Rh