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I am not lawless, though I break Thy law,
Drunken am I with very love and awe;
'Twas ever thus with veritable seers—
Too drunk with joy to tell us what they saw.
In my left hand I hold the Koran tight,
And grasp the wine-cup firmly in my right—
Thus do I stand beneath the eye of heaven,
Not quite a saint, nor yet a sinner quite.
I break one law, another law to keep;
The laws of death and hate I scorn to keep,
The law of Love that is the law of Life—
That is the only law I dare to keep.
Sanction, O God, some little pleasant thing,
Nor set our every joy with snare and sting;
I would not break Thy law,—yet must I still
Unto my innocent transgressions cling.
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