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SOUGHT one snare that might enmesh, One spell to sway the perfect whole; The rose and lily of set flesh, The dew and fire of her soul. Poor finite Love! that still must crave, And vainly crave the full control: This rose has blossomed on her grave, That star is brighter for her soul.

AM stained by all your sin, I must drink your deadly wine. When you lose I cannot win, Since I suffer for your sin. In your human, my divine Must be lost for ever; My pure pearl flung to your swine, Ever and for ever!