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Oh, Love -- no, Love! All the noise below, Love, / Groanings all and moanings -- none of Life I lose! / All of Life's a cry just of weariness and woe, Love -- / "Hear at least, thou happy one! " How can I, Love, but choose?
Only, when I do hear, sudden circle round me / -- Much as when the moon's might frees a space from cloud -- / Iridescent splendors: gloom -- would else confound me -- / Barriered off and banished far -- bright-edged the blackest shroud!