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It is not so, and so for evermore, / That thou and I must live our lives apart; / I with a patient smother at my heart, / And thy hand resting on a closed door?
What couldst thou ever ask me that I should / Not bend me to achieve thy high behest?
What cannot men achieve with lance in rest / Who carry noble valour in their blood?
And some nobility of high emprise, / Lady, couldst thou make possible in me; / If living 'neath the pureness of thy eyes,
I found the key to inner majesty; / And reaching outward, heart-strong, from thy hand, / Set here and there a beacon in the land.