And it shall flow, free, limpid, glad, forever;
Shed on the cloud the splendor of thy being,
And it shall float—a radiant wonder—by thee!
To love—thy love—so docile I would be,
So pliant, yet inspired, that it should make
A marvel of me, for thy sake, and show
Its proud chef d’œuvre in my harmonious life.
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I would be judged by that great heart of thine,
Wherein a voice more genuine, more divine