Chapter 70 No.70

This I say of me, but think of you, Love!

This to you-yourself my moon of poets!

Ah, but that's the world's side, there's the wonder,

Thus they see you, praise you, think they know you!190

There, in turn I stand with them and praise you-

Out of my own self, I dare to phrase it.

But the best is when I glide from out them,

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