"Trust not Love, though he be naked!" so she warneth every maid.
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
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That the Sire may quicken all the year from clouds of April-tide,
Flows the bridegroom shower into the lap of his life-fostering bride,
So through every sea and every land to pass, and through the sky,
Mingle with the mighty frame, and nourish all their progeny.
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
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She, the Life-begetter, with her might invisible governeth
Inwardly the heart's blood and the soul with all-pervading breath.
She into the land of Latins warrior sons of Ilium brought;
She the spousals of the sons of Romulus with Sabines wrought.
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
