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Robert Laurence Binyon - Not Even Love
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Dear child, thou know`st, I blame not thee;
 Thou too, I know, hast shared the smart.
 Neither did wrong; `twas only she,
 Nature, that moulded us apart.

 But not to have sinned, in Nature`s eyes
 I find a brittle plea to trust:
 She punishes the just unwise
 More hardly than the wise unjust.

 She placed our souls, like Heaven`s lone spheres,
 In separate paths, no power can move:
 O truth too heart--breaking for tears!
 Not even Love, not even Love!
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