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Coventry Patmore - SemeleCoventry Patmore - Semele
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No praise to me!               My joy `twas to be nothing but the glass               Thro` which the general boon of Heaven should pass,               To focus upon thee.               Nor is`t thy blame               Thou first should`st glow, and, after, fade i` the flame.               It takes more might               Than God has given thee, Dear, so long to feel delight.               Shall I, alas,               Reproach thee with thy change and my regret?               Blind fumblers that we be               About the portals of felicity!               The wind of words would scatter, tears would wash               Quite out the little heat               Beneath the silent and chill-seeming ash,               Perchance, still slumbering sweet.
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