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Rh That wins the soul of thee through thy deep eye;

And of the breeze by thee beloved, that goes

O'er thy dear hair and brow; the song that flows

Into thy heart of hearts, where it may die.

I would I were one moment that sweet show

Of flower; or breeze beloved that toucheth all;

Or sky that through the summer eve doth burn.

I would I were the song thou lovest so,

At sound of me to have thine eyelids fall;

But I would then to something human turn.

X—LOVE'S MONOTONE

XI—"ONCE ONLY"

only, Love, may love's sweet song be sung;

But once, Love, at our feet love's flower is flung;

Once, Love, once only, Love, can we be young;

Say shall we love, dear Love, or shall we hate!