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X-IV
r a trick of t

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--

    I am not all unhy. Cheeks as pale

    And yet, because I love tain

    s while loving so.

    tc and weak,

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    In love,  creatures

    I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

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    Be c,

    t long, and lose thereby!

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    XIV (If t love me, let it be for nougrong>

    XII

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    to dra,--

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    trel-life t once

    t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek !)

    A sense of ease on suc;
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