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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            LII.
             
      I cannot love thee as I ought,
          For love reflects the thing beloved;
          My words are only words, and moved
      Upon the topmost froth of thought.

      ‘Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song,’
          The Spirit of true love replied;
          ‘Thou canst not move me from thy side,
      Nor human frailty do me wrong.

      ‘What keeps a spirit wholly true
          To that ideal which he bears?
          What record? not the sinless years
      That breathed beneath the Syrian blue:

      ‘So fret not, like an idle girl,
          That life is dash’d with flecks of sin.
          Abide: thy wealth is gather’d in,
      When Time hath sunder’d shell from pearl.’
       


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