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 You need not wave me from you. I would leap into your grave.
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vi.
My warrior of the Holy Cross and of the conquering sword,
 The roses that you cast aside—once more I bring you these.
No nearer? do you scorn me when you tell me O my lord,
 You would not mar the beauty of your bride with your disease.

vii.
You say your body is so foul—then here I stand apart,