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And yet, because thou overcomest so, / Because thou art more noble and like a king, / Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling / Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow / Too close against thine heart henceforth to know / How it shook when alone. Why, conquering / May prove as lordly and complete a thing / In lifting upward, as in crushing low! / And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword / To one who lifts him from the bloody earth, / Even so, Belovëd, I at last record, / Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth, / I rise above abasement at the word.
Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth!