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Love, do not count your labour lost / Though I turn sullen, grim, retired / Even at your side; my thought is crossed / With fancies by old longings fired.
And when I answer you, some days / Vaguely and wildly, do not fear / That my love walks forbidden ways, / Breaking the ties that hold it here.