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Rh XIX

Love, and thou, O Love Profane,

Great branches issuing from the viny stock

Fast-rooted in earth's old primeval rock,

Single your nature is, though seeming twain.

The must of life is all one crimson stain

Of vintage; there all generations flock;

The rosy trampling feet let no saint mock,

The cup divine no reveller disdain!

True love repeals all codes that have defined

Higher and lower in its ministry;

True love hath no diversity of kind,

And undivided must its nature be;

Earthly or heavenly, my soul divined,

Only through passion cometh purity.