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Rh Or blaze so brightly that you light the world As pyre for her, your priestess and my bride, Who gave you service, aye, who leaves me love!

(To ):

Dear, had we only known one perfect hour! Better than long year of the barren bay, Or bitter laurel's bloomless death-in-life To have lain one hour a rose upon your breast! A white rose on my love's heart withering Render you up my sweets, then droop and die Content that I had grac'd your life one hour!

(To the people):

Not yet departing that white bird her soul, The cage confining her but just unclos'd, The sky still strange to her, so late enlarg'd, Flutters a moment in the open door,