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166 XXII

" not to be alone," my lady said,

"Nor care thy heart to centre and confine

On any mortal thing; but be it thine

Alike on good and evil still to shed,

Sunlike, thy nature; so the fountain-head

Of all that is, doth unto each assign

Some portion of the element divine

That liveth, and abroad its glory spread.

"Love that toward thee its answering motion takes,

A thousand-fold shall thy life-current heap,

Whereof already prescience in thee wakes;

A river of the world, that flood shall sweep

With many voices on; full-banked, it makes

Out, far out, to the unimagined deep."