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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIX
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AMOUR OBLIGE
 I could forgive you, dearest, all the folly
 Your heart has dreamed. Alas, as we grow old,
 We need more vigorous cures for melancholy,
 A stronger nutriment for hearts grown cold.
 We need in face of weakness to be bold.
 We need our folly to keep fate at bay.
 Oh, we need madness in the manifold
 Doubts and despairs which herald our decay.
 I could forgive you all and more than all.
 Yet, dearest, though for us fate waves his hand
 And we accept it as the common lot
 To meet no more at this life`s festival,
 It were unseemly you should take your stand,
 Now my heart`s citadel is laid in siege,
 In open field with those who love me not.
 Love has a rank which surely should oblige.
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