  I If I could know, love, that some single prayer From my full heart’s supreme desires for thee, With rich fulfillment would be granted me By Him who gave us to each other,—where Could I find truer wish than this: “O spare My life to him!” For surely love should be Love’s best interpreter; an argosy Freighted with all earth’s joy, wert thou not there,— Beside me always—how could I be glad In aught of this? my own great speechless need, Not only of the love I once have had, But of thy presence, teaches me to read The deep, unspoken prayer thy heart would add |
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