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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIII
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ASKING FOR HER HEART
 Give me thy heart, Juliet, give me thy heart!
 I have a need of it, an absolute need,
 Because my own heart has thus long been dead.
 I live but by thy life. The very smart
 Of this new pain which has been born of thee
 Is thine, thy own great pleasure`s counterpart.
 I stand before thee naked. Clothe thou me.
 Bring out a robe,--thy truth, thy chastity.
 Put rings upon my fingers,--honour`s meed.
 For thou canst give, nor ever reck the cost,
 Being the royal creature that thou art,
 The fountain of all honour, whose high boast
 Is to be greatest when thou givest most.
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