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Young Love Postscript

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So sang young Love in high and holy dream Of a white Love that hath no earthly taint, So rapt within his vision he did seem Less like a boyish singer than a saint. Ah, Boy, it is a dream for life too high, It is a bird that hath no feet for earth: Strange wings, strange eyes, go seek another sky And find thy fellows of an equal birth. For many a body-sweet material thing, What canst thou give us half so dear as these? We would not soar amid the stars to sing, Warm and content amid the nested trees. Young Seraph, go and lake thy song to heaven, We would not grow unhappy with our lot, Leave us the simple love the earth hath given - Sing where thou wilt, so that we hear thee not.

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