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Rupert Brooke - Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It`s Not True
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I said I splendidly loved you; it`s not true.
Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.
On gods or fools the high risk falls — on you —
The clean clear bitter-sweet that`s not for me.
Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.
Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.
But — there are wanderers in the middle mist,
Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tell
Whether they love at all, or, loving, whom:
An old song`s lady, a fool in fancy dress,
Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;
For love of Love, or from heart`s loneliness.
Pleasure`s not theirs, nor pain.  They doubt, and sigh
And  do not love at all.  
And Of these am I.
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