  ——— So oft I’ve read what poets sang of love, To feel their joy far years in vain I sought; At last love came, a cooing little dove; The joy it brought! And since the day when I first sipped the wine, I’ve felt a song I would all men could hear, Though vainly I have sought for word and rhyme To make it clear. To teach this song love only has the power; To mortal man the door is sealed, though near. Some day the door will open, you’ll discover Love’s song and hear. |
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