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HEN I was young I talked and sang of Love, Lifted the veil that shrouded his sweet eyes, Defied the power I rashly sought to prove, And, light of heart, made jest of mysteries; And thus it was, and never once I thought That Love, dear Love, could be too dearly bought.

Grown older now, and wiser, sadder too, I sing of Love no more; yet is my heart Love's dwelling place, and shall be safe and true Until the day that life and I muse part; And thus it is, although full well I know Who live for Love may chance to die for Woe.