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The heavens and earth in one to such a death As doth the voice of love: there's not a breath Will mingle kindly with the meadow air, Till it has panted round, and stolen a share Of passion from the heart!"—


 * Upon a bough

He leant, wretched. He surely cannot now Thirst for another love: O impious, That he can even dream upon it thus! Thought he, "Why am I not as are the dead, Since to a woe like this I have been led Through the dark earth, and through the wondrous
 * sea?

Goddess! I love thee not the less: from thee By Juno's smile I turn not—no, no, no— While the great waters are at ebb and flow— I have a triple soul! O fond pretence— For both, for both my love is so immense, I feel my heart is cut in twain for them."
 * And so he groan'd, as one by beauty slain.

The lady's heart beat quick, and he could see Her gentle bosom heave tremulously. He sprang from his green covert: there she lay Sweet as musk-rose upon new-made hay; With all her limbs on tremble, and her eyes Shut softly up alive. To speak he tries: "Fair damsel, pity me! forgive that I Thus violate thy bower's sanctity! O pardon me, for I am full of grief— Grief born of thee, young angel! fairest thief!