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Hope

You would win me, woo me, win me,
To be your lover, Hope!
You would lure me, charm me, lure me,
With all your deathless youth!
You would have me worship, adore you,
Build my life for you;
Mould my moments into hours
Out of your careless smile!
How you pursue me, woo me, follow,
Like a light-headed girl.
All the world is your willing lover:
What do you want with me?

You are a wanton, lovely, perfect,
A dazzling thing like day,
Draped with silk things,
Tasselled, jewelled,
Hung about with veils;
Painted with sweet lies men have blended
Of folly and dreams and fear.
You are a wanton, all men's mistress:
What do you want with me?

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