Are chains of lead around its flight of fire.

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!

Weak Verses, go, kneel at your Sovereign's feet, And say: "We are the masters of thy slave;

"What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine ? ” Then call your sisters from Oblivion's cave,

All singing loud: "Love's very pain is sweet, "But its reward is in the world divine

"Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave."
So shall ye live when I am there. Then haste
Over the hearts of men, until ye meet
Marina, Vanna, Primus, and the rest,

And bid them love each other and be bless'd :

And leave the troop which errs, and which reproves,
And come and be my guest, - for I am Love's.

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MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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