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 The sweet twain chords that make the sweet tune live Through day and night of things alternative, Through silence and through sound of stress and strife, And ebb and flow of dying death and life; Love, that sounds loud or light in all men’s ears, Whence all men’s eyes take fire from sparks of tears, That binds on all men’s feet or chains or wings; Love, that is root and fruit of terrene things; Love, that the whole world’s waters shall not drown, The whole world’s fiery forces not burn down; Love, that what time his own hands guard his head The whole world’s wrath and strength shall not strike dead; Love, that if once his own hands make his grave The whole world’s pity and sorrow shall not save; Love, that for very life shall not be sold, Nor bought nor bound with iron nor with gold; So strong that heaven, could love bid heaven farewell, Would turn to fruitless and unflowering hell; So sweet that hell, to hell could love be given, Would turn to splendid and sonorous heaven; Love that is fire within thee and light above, And lives by grace of nothing but of love; Through many and lovely thoughts and much desire Led these twain to the life of tears and fire; Through many and lovely days and much delight Led these twain to the lifeless life of night. Yea, but what then? albeit all this were thus, And soul smote soul and left it ruinous,