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Love me pure, as musers do,

Up the woodlands shady:

Love me gaily, fast, and true,

As a winsome lady.

Through all hopes that keep us brave,

Further off or nigher,

Love me for the house and grave,—

And for something higher.

Thus, if thou wilt prove me, dear,

Woman's love no fable,

I will love thee—half-a-year—

As a man is able.