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Edwin Muir - In Love For Long
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I`ve been in love for long
With what I cannot tell
And will contrive a song
For the intangible
That has no mould or shape,
From which there`s no escape,

It`s not even a name,
Yet is all constancy;
Tried or untried the same,
It cannot part from me;
A breath yet as still
As the established hill.

It is not any thing,
And yet all being is;
Being, being, being,
Its burden and its bliss.
How can I ever prove
What it is I love?

This happy happy love
Is seiged with crying sorrows,
Crushed beneath and above
Between todays and morrows;
A little paradise
Held in the world`s vice.

And there it is content
As careless as a child,
And in imprisonment
Flourishes sweet and wild:
In wrong, beyond wrong
All the world`s day long.

This love a moment known
for what I do not know
And in a moment gone
Is like the happy doe
That keeps its perfect laws
Between the tiger`s paws
And vindicates its cause.
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