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In that I
loved you, Love, I worshipped you,
In that I
worshipped well, I sacrificed
All of most worth. I
bound and burnt and slew
Old peaceful lives; frail
flowers; firm friends; and Christ.
I slew all
falser loves; I slew all true,
That I might nothing
love but your truth, Boy.
Fair fame I cast away as
bridegrooms do
Their wedding garments in their haste
of joy.
But when I fell upon your sandalled feet,
You laughed; you loosed away my lips; you rose.
I
heard the singing of your wing's retreat;
Far-flown,
I watched you flush the Olympian snows
Beyond my
hoping. Starkly I returned
To stare upon the ash of
all I burned.
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