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I lacked not Love, I lacked not lovely Love, / But, ah, the apples of Hesperides! / The golden apples and the emerald trees, / The flower-sweet maidens, dancing in the breeze -- / Holds Love a blossom with such fruits as these?
I gave up Love, I gave up lovely Love, / And sought the island of enchanted skies, / With little rainbow rifts of seraphs' eyes, / Round which the flaming sword forever plies / Against the darkened world of rue and sighs.