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, yes! they love through all this world of ours!

I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.

I have heard love talked in my early youth,

And since, not so long back but that the flowers

Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours

Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth

For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth

Slips on the nut, if after frequent showers

The shell is over-smooth; and not so much

Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate,

Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such

A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait

Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,

And think it soon when others cry "Too late."

all who have loved me in their hearts,

With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all

Who paused a little near the prison-wall,

To hear my music in its louder parts,

Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's

Or temple's occupation, beyond call.

But thou, who in my voice's sink and fall,

When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's

Own instrument, didst drop down at thy foot,

To hearken what I said between my tears,. .

Instruct me how to thank thee!—Oh, to shoot

My soul's full meaning into future years,

That they should lend it utterance, and salute

Love that endures! with Life that disappears!