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Rh Kiss me and comfort my heart, For love can never be mine: Passion, hunger and pain, These are the only wine

Of the pilgrim bound to the road. He would rob no man of his own. Your heart is another's I know, Your honor is his alone.

The feasts of a long drawn love, The feats of a wedded life, The harvests of patient years, And hearthstone and children and wife:

These are your lords I know. These can never be mine&mdash; This is the price I pay For the foolish search for the shrine:

This is the price I pay For the joy of my midnight prayers, Kneeling beneath the moon With hills for my altar stairs;

This is the price I pay For the throb of the mystic wings,