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/ Listen, dearest! you must love me more, / More than you did before! -- / Hark, what a beating here of wings! / Never at rest, / Dear, in your breast! -- / Is it your heart with its flutterings, / Making a music, love, for us both? / Or merely a moth, a velvet-winged moth, / Which out of the garden's fragrance swings, / Weaving a spell, / That holds the rose and the moon in thrall? -- / I love you more than I can tell; / And no recall / How long ago / Our quarrel and all! -- / You say, you know, / A perfect pearl grows out of -- well, / A little friction; tiny grain / Of sand or shell -- / So love grew out of that moment's pain, / The heart's disdain -- / Since then I have thought of no one but you, / And how your heart would beat on mine, / Like light on dew.
/ And I thought how foolish to fret and pine! / Better to claim the fault all mine! / To go to you and tell you that: / And how stale and flat / All life without you was, and vain! / And when I came, you turned and smiled, / Like a darling child, / And I knew from your look that, in your heart, / You had followed the self-same train / Of thought that made me yours again. --