Chapter 23 No.23

The very thought in us how much we love thee

Makes the throat sob with love and blinds the eyes.

How should love bear thee, to behold above thee

His own light burning from reverberate skies?

They give thee light, but the light given them of thee

Makes faint the wheeling fires that fall and rise.

What love, what life, what death of

            
            

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