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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIV
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 Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul!
 I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in
 The sweetness of all waters, and so thine.
 Thou, like a river, pure and swift and full
 And freighted with the wealth of many lands,
 With hopes, and fears, and death and life, dost roll
 Against the troubled ocean of my sin.
 Thou doubtest not, though on these desert sands
 The billows surge against thee black with brine,
 Unwearied. For thy love is fixed and even
 And bears thee onward, and thy faith is whole.
 Though thou thyself shouldst sin, yet surely Heaven
 Hath held thee guiltless and thou art forgiven.
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