"Against their loud revilings I will try
The long low-speaking pleadings of my sigh,
All my heart's tender way;
Against their deserts—here, before thine eyes
My love shall open thee a paradise,
Where, if thou comest, thou shalt surely stay
And seek no better way:
"And rather than these haters of thy joy
Should anyhow allure thee to destroy
Thy heart's prosperity,—
O, I will throw my woman's arms entwined
About thy body; ere thy lips can find
One word of yielding, I will kiss them dry:
—And failing, let me die!
"But look on me, for it is in my soul
To make the measure of thy glory whole—
With many goodly things
To crown thee, yea, with pleasure and with love,
Till there shall scarcely be a name above
King Herod's, in the mouth of one who sings
The fame of mighty kings:
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