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It steals through our veins and our youth's white flower
Blossoms in crimson from that hour;
Life of our life, it cannot deceive!
I love thee, I love thee, believe!

Oh, fancies are fitful as breezes that blow—
      Believe! believe!
They come to us lightly, more lightly they go;
Diviner than duty, and stronger than will,
Love, the sweet mystery, rules me still;
Tyranny tender, it cannot deceive;
I love thee, I love thee, believe!

III.

petition.

Only the roses will hear;
    Dear,
0nly the roses will see!
This once—just this!
Ah, the roses I wis
 They envy me!

Here is a half-blown spray
    Say
This shall Love's anadem be
A rose-strung wreath
For thy brow, and beneath
 A rose for me!