  And is it so That two who stand Heart closed in heart, Hand knit to hand, Can let love go Asunder, so? Speak hard—not understand? That one asks much? One gives too small? And so is lost, It may be—All? That for a touch Of pride we such A heaven can let fall? No!—But to Fate Say with me, "Go: Death may bring dross But this I know; Love can abate Life's harshest hate, So loving I bend low." |
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