Make you music that should all-express me;
So it seems: I stand on my attainment.
This of verse alone, one life allows me;
Other heights in other lives, God willing—
All the gifts from all the heights, your own, Love.
“Yet a semblance of resource avails us—
Shade so finely touched, love’s sense must seize it.
Take these lines, look lovingly and nearly,
Lines I write the first time and the last time.
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