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THE LOVER'S TALE.
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Let them so love that men and boys may say,
'Lo! how they love each other!' till theirl love
Shall ripen to a proverb, unto all
Known, when their faces are forgot in the land—
One golden dream of love, from which may death
Awake them with heaven's music in a life
More living to some happier happiness,
Swallowing its precedent in victory.
And as for me, Camilla, as for me,—
The dew of tears in an unwholesome dew,
They will but sicken the sick plant the more.
Deem that I love thee but as brothers do,
So shalt thou love me still as sisters do;
Or if thou dream aught farther, dream but how
I could have loved thee, and there been none else
To love as lovers, loved again by thee.
Or this, or somewhat like to this, I spake,
