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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXII
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ON THE NATURE OF LOVE
 You ask my love. What shall my love then be ?
 A hope, an aspiration, a desire?
 The soul`s eternal charter writ in fire
 Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea?
 You ask my love. The carnal mystery
 Of a soft hand, of finger--tips that press,
 Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss,
 Of sweet things known to thee and only thee?
 You ask my love. What love can be more sweet
 Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain.
 The soul is more than joy, the life than meat.
 The sweetest love of all were love in pain,
 And that I will not give. So let it be.
 --Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.
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