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 The perfect heart of love, The heart by fraud and hate once crucified, That, dying, gave thanks, and in thanksgiving died.

Above the windy walls that rule the Rhine A noise of eagles' wings And wintry war-time rings, With roar of ravage trampling corn and vine And storm of wrathful wassail dashed with song, And under these the watch of wreakless wrong, With fire of eyes anhungered; and above These, the light of the stricken eyes of love, The faint sweet eyes that follow The wind-outwinging swallow, And face athirst with young wan yearning mouth Turned after toward the unseen all-golden south, Hopeless to see the birds back ere life wane,