And then I stoop'd and kiss'd thy garment's hem.

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I gave thee all my life. I gave thee there,

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In that wild hour, the great Creator's share

Of mine existence; and I turn'd to thee

As men to idols, madly on my knee;

And then uplifted by those arms of thine,

I sat beside thee, warm'd with other wine

Than vintage balm; and, mindful of thy blush,

I guess'd a thought which words will not define.

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I told thee stories of the days of joy

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