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Or to say 'forgive the wrong,'
Or to ask her, 'take me, sweet,
To the regions of thy rest?'
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But the broad light glares and beats,
And the shadow flits and fleets
And will not let me be;
And I loathe the squares and streets,
And the faces that one meets,
Hearts with no love for me:
Always I long to creep
Into some still cavern deep,
There to weep, and weep, and weep
My whole soul out to thee.
