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 "Stay with me, stay with me, poor, broken-hearted; Pain, if not pleasure, we two will divide; Though with the sins of the world I have smarted,

"Though with the shame of the world thou art dyed, Weak as I am, on thy breast I'll recover, Worn as thou art, thou shalt bloom as my bride:

"Bloom as the flower of the World for the lover Whom thou hast found in a lost little Child." And as he kissed my lips over and over—

Child now, or Man, was it who thus beguiled?— Even as I looked on him, Love, waxing slowly, Grew as a little cloud, floating enisled,

Which spreads out aloft in the blue sky till solely It fills the deep ether tremendous in height, With far-flashing snow-peaks and pinnacles wholly