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I would attack a panther in its den

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To do thee service as thy man of men,

Or front the Fates, or, like a ghoul, confer

With staring ghosts outside a sepulchre.

I would forego a limb to give thee life,

Or yield my soul itself in any strife,

In any coil of doubt, in any spot

When Death and Danger meet as man and wife.

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It is my solace, all my nights and days,

I

I

I

To pray for thee and dote on thee always,

And evermore to count myself a king

Because I earn'd thy favour in the spring.

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