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me not love which would inthrall

A spirit panting to be free;

But give me love which more than all

Would find it sweet to soar with me!

The bird that close to earth doth cling,

May, darkling, be content to sing,

But full the sunlight shines afar—

And there be heights where eagles are.

Give me not love which hour by hour,

Like to the rose, doth pale its hue;