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Algernon Charles Swinburne - Cor Cordium
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     O heart of hearts, the chalice of love`s fire,
        Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom;
        O wonderful and perfect heart, for whom
    The lyrist liberty made life a lyre;
    O heavenly heart, at whose most dear desire
        Dead love, living and singing, cleft his tomb,
        And with him risen and regent in death`s room
    All day thy choral pulses rang full choir;
    O heart whose beating blood was running song,
       O sole thing sweeter than thine own songs were, 
          Help us for thy free love`s sake to be free,
   True for thy truth`s sake, for thy strength`s sake strong,
       Till very liberty make clean and fair
          The nursing earth as the sepulchral sea.
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