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We cannot read the wondrous lawes
That knit the soul to lovelinesse;
We feel their influence, but their cause
Remains a theme of mysticknesse—
We only know Love may not be
O'ermastered by Wil's energie.
Nor would I wish to break the dream
f troubled joy; that still is mine—
Albeit that the cheering gleam
Of hope hath almost ceased to shine—
So long as Beauty light doth give,
My heart must feel, its love must live!
