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Fain would I speak -- too long has silence seal'd / Lips that would gladly with my full heart move / With one consent, and yield / Homage to her who listens from above; / Yet how can I, without thy prompting, Love, / With mortal words e'er equal things divine, / And picture faithfully / The high humility whose chosen shrine / Was that fair prison whence she now is free? / Which held, erewhile, her gentle spirit, when / So in my conscious heart her power began.
That, instantly, I ran, / Alike o' th' year and me 'twas April then -- / From these gay meadows round sweet flowers to bind, / Hoping rich pleasure at her eyes to find.