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 "Freely I yield myself to you,

Throne you my King, my Lord,

Your smile a crown of light to me,

Your frown a very sword.

Oh Love, my Love, I love you so,

Your silence strikes me as a blow."

Then he replied with heart too full

For any sudden speech,

By holding up his arms to her,

And as each clung to each,

Mixed with the fountain's murmurous flow

I heard "Oh Love, I love you so!"

That long kiss sanctified a year,

A month, a week, a day.

Perhaps 'twas but an hour, who knows?

Time stays for such as they.

Love counts not time, but this I know,

'Twas very, very long ago. Rh