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I, WHO am Love, come clothed in mystery, As rose my beauteous mother from the Sea,  Veiling my luminous wings from mortal sight—  Whether at noon or in the star-strewn night— That I may pass unrecognized and free. Ignoring them that idly seek for me, Unto mine own, from all eternity  I come with heart aflame and torch alight—    I who am Love! What bring I them? Ah, draughts that sweeter be Than welling waters of Callirrhoe!  What give I them? Life!—even in Death's despite;  And upward still I lead them to the height Of an immortal passion's purity!—    I who am Love.

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