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Robert Laurence Binyon - Fears Of Love
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Love grasps my heart in a net
 Like the strong roots of a flower;
 So surely his root is set
 In my spirit, to hold me with power.
 Yet to--night, O forgive me, Dear!
 I am troubled, my heart trembles.
 There flutters within me a fear
 That Love in vain dissembles.

 O is it that even our trust,
 So strongly planted,
 How steadfast soever, must
 By its own fear be haunted?
 As the heart must beat in the breast
 If the pulse to its life be true,
 Love must tremble and throb in his nest
 To be sure of his life--blood anew?
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