HYMN TO LOVEWe are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóughtAnd we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,Thy fires of thought out-spoken:But burn'd not through us thy imaginingLike fiérce móod in a sóng cáught,We were as clamour'd words a fool may fling,Loose words, of meaning broken.For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,--The lives
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