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Those who love the most, / Do not talk of their love, / Francesca, Guinevere, / Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise, / In the fragrant gardens of heaven / Are silent, or speak if at all / Of fragile, inconsequent things.
And a woman I used to know / Who loved one man from her youth, / Against the strength of the fates / Fighting in somber pride, / Never spoke of this thing, / But hearing his name by chance, / A light would pass over her face.