Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/Love’s Slaves
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CHAPTER XXIX.
MIDNIGHT.
Where is the heart that has not bowed
A slave, eternal Love, to thee?
Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,
And is there one among them free?
And what must love be in a heart
All passion's fiery depths concealing,
Which has in its minutest part
More than another's whole of feeling!
Blanchard’s title is:
LOVE’S SLAVES
From The Troubadour, Canto II