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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Amor Mundi
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`Oh, where are you going with your love-locks flowing
  On the west wind blowing along this valley track?`
`The downhill path is easy, come with me an` it please ye,
  We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.`

So they two went together in glowing August weather,
  The honey-breathing heather lay to their left and right;
And dear she was to doat on, her swift feet seemed to float on
  The air like soft twin pigeons too sportive to alight.

`Oh, what is that in heaven where grey cloud-flakes are seven,
  Where blackest clouds hang riven just at the rainy skirt?` 
`Oh, that`s a meteor sent us, a message dumb, portentous,—
  An undeciphered solemn signal of help or hurt.`

`Oh, what is that glides quickly where velvet flowers grow thickly,
  Their scent comes rich and sickly?`—`A scaled and hooded worm.`
`Oh, what`s that in the hollow, so pale I quake to follow?`
  `Oh, that`s a thin dead body which waits th` eternal term.`

`Turn again, O my sweetest,—turn again, false and fleetest:
  This way whereof thou weetest I fear is hell`s own track.`
`Nay, too steep for hill-mounting,—nay, too late for cost-counting:
  This downhill path is easy, but there`s no turning back.`
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