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I LOVE too much; I am a river / Surging with spring that seeks the sea, / I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.
His feet will turn to desert places / Shadowless, reft of rain and dew, / Where stars stare down with sharpened faces / From heavens pitilessly blue.
And there at midnight sick with faring, / He will stoop down in his desire / To slake the thirst grown past all bearing / In stagnant water keen as fire.