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This beast that rends me in the sight of all, / This love, this longing, this oblivious thing, / That has me under as the last leaves fall, / Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring.
The wound will heal, the fever will abate, / The knotted hurt will slacken in the breast; I shall forget before the flickers mate
Your look that is today my east and west.
Unscathed, however, from a claw so deep
Though I should love again I shall not go:
Along my body, waking while I sleep, / Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow, / The scar of this encounter like a sword
Will lie between me and my troubled lord.