Love, you saw me gather men and women,
Live or dead or fashioned by my fancy,130
Enter each and all, and use their service.
Speak from every mouth-the speech, a poem.
Hardly shall I tell my joys and sorrows,
Hopes and fears, belief and disbelieving:
I am mine and yours-the rest be all men's,135
Karshish, Cleon, Norbert, and the
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