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OVE me, sweet, with all thou art,

Feeling, thinking, seeing,—

Love me in the lightest part,

Love me in full being.

Love me with thine open youth

In its frank surrender;

With the vowing of thy mouth,

With its silence tender.

Love me with thine azure eyes,

Made for earnest granting!

Taking colour from the skies,

Can Heaven's truth be wanting?