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VIII

We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with the soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.

Forgive a young and boastful man
Whom dreams delight and passions please,
And love me as great women can,
Who have no children at their knees.

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