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 Wrecks of loves to strew behind thee, Whom the swallow Sure should follow, Finding summer where we find thee;

Thou that wakest Hearts and breakest, And thy broken hearts forgive thee, That wilt make no Pause and take no Gift that love for love might give thee;

Thou that bindest Eyes and blindest, Serving worst who served thee longest; Thou that speakest, And the weakest Heart is his that was the strongest;