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My love, this is the bitterest, that thou -- / Who art all truth, and who dost love me now / As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say -- / Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still / A whole long life through, had but love its will, / Would death that leads me from thee brook delay.
I have but to be by thee, and thy hand / Will never let mine go, nor heart withstand / The beating of my heart to reach its place. / When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone? / When cry for the old comfort and find none? / Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face.