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Rh Since my Beloved chambered me To beat within her breast, And took my soul to light a shrine Her soul had decked and dressed, And caught my songs about her throat,— Dissected, known, confessed, I dwell within her charity A half-unwelcome guest.

You are her laughter Blown to a rose, Singing heard after The song's at the close.

You are the sorrow Was dusk in her eyes, You are the morrow Is night where she lies.