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We cannot read the wondrous lawes That knit the soul to lovelinesse; We feel their influence, but their cause Remains a theme of mysticknesse— We only know Love may not be O'ermastered by Wil's energie.

Nor would I wish to break the dream f troubled joy; that still is mine— Albeit that the cheering gleam Of hope hath almost ceased to shine— So long as Beauty light doth give, My heart must feel, its love must live!