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Title: Love's Tenderness
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [ More Titles by Le Gallienne]
Deem not my love is only for the bloom, The honey and the marble, that is You; Tis so, Beloved, common loves consume Their treasury, and vanish like the dew. Nay, but my love's a thing that's far more true; For little loves a little hour hath room, But not for us their brief and trivial doom, In a far richer soil our loving grew, From deeper wells of being it upsprings; Nor shall the wildest kiss that makes one mouth, Draining all nectar from the flowered world, Slake its divine unfathomable drouth; And, when your wings against my heart lie furled, With what a tenderness it dreams and sings!
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