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O love that is not love, but dear, so dear! / That is not love because it goes so soon, / Like flower born and dead within one moon, / And yet is love for that it comes full near / The guarded fane where love alone may peer, / Ere like young Spring by Summer soon outshone, / It trembles into death, but comes anon, / As thoughts of Spring will come though Summer's here.
O star full sweet, though one arose more fair, / Within my heart I'll keep a heaven for thee / Where thou mayst freely come and freely go, / Touching with thy pale gold the twilight air / Where dream-closed buds could never flower show, / Yet fragrant keep the shadowy way for me.