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"All that I ask," says Love, "is just to stand / And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes; / For in their depths lies largest Paradise. / Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand / Be granted me, then joy I thought complete / Were still more sweet.
"All that I ask," says Love, "all that I ask, / Is just thy hand-clasp. Could I brush thy cheek / As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak / To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask. / There is no language but would desecrate / A joy so great.