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 Move thee no more; but love at least And reverent heart May move thee, royal and released, Soul, as thou art.

And thou, his Florence, to thy trust Receive and keep, Keep safe his dedicated dust, His sacred sleep.

So shall thy lovers, come from far, Mix with thy name As morning-star with evening-star His faultless fame.