Who follows Love shall stand upon the height.

 Ah! sweet is peace to those who faced the fight, And bright the crown those faithful ones shall wear, Who whispered, when the shadows veiled their sight, "Yet through the darkest depths, Love, too, leads there." 

And bright the crown those faithful ones shall wear,

"Yet through the darkest depths, Love, too, leads there."

 To hearts that best know Love, his dark is fair, His sorrow gladness, and his wrong is right. All joys lie waiting on his winding stair; All ways, ail paths of Love lead to the light. Love is the source. 

His sorrow gladness, and his wrong is right.

All ways, ail paths of Love lead to the light.

Love is the source.

 

 X. 

 My ladye's eyes are wishing wells, Wherein I gaze with silent yearning; Deep in their depths my future dwells. My ladye's eyes are wishing wells, But not one sign my fate foretells, While my poor heart with love is burning. My ladye's eyes are wishing wells, Wherein I gaze with silent yearning. 

Wherein I gaze with silent yearning;

While my poor heart with love is burning.

Wherein I gaze with silent yearning.

 

 XI. 

 Three things my ladye seemeth like to me— She seems like moonlight on a waveless sea. 

 And like the delicate fragrance, which exhales, When Day's warm garments brush the dewy vales. 

 And when my heart grows weary of earth's sound, She seems like silence—restful and profound. 

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