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Arthur Symons - Arab Love-Song
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What matters it to me if the rain fall, 
Since I must: die of thirst? Her eyes are faint, 
They faint with ardent sleep, faint into love: 
Her eyes are promises she will not keep. 
I ask no more; let others give me all, 
While she is miser of her beauty: all 
Is nothing, but her nothing is my all. 
Have I not loved her when I knew not love? 
Keep far from me that bitter knowledge; nay, 
Why should I die? and if I know I die. 
I have loved, and I have loved, perhaps, too much; 
If to have loved as I have loved be sin, 
I pray that God may never pardon it.
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