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HIS love puts all humanity from me: I can but maledict her, pray her dead, For giving love and getting love of thee— Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed!

How much I love I know not, life not known, Save as some unit I would add love by; But this I know, my being is but thine own— Fused from its separateness by ecstasy,