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Robert Laurence Binyon - Love Infinite
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Where the honeysuckle blows
 In the summer night, entwined
 With fresh leaves of the rose,
 Greenness in gloom divined;
 Sweet breaths in a mystery conspire
 My soul to ravish in swift desire

 Yet I, as the hidden grass
 I roam, within me bear
 Joys that all these surpass,
 And taste diviner air.
 I love, I am loved: ah, nothing was ever sweet
 As the word my lips to my heart repeat.

 To take into my arms
 The body of my bliss;
 Charm beyond earthly charms,
 Thought beyond thought were this.
 My bliss not Earth in her ring could hold,
 Nor Night, that doth all the stars enfold.

 It clothes me and bathes me round:
 I find no end nor measure.
 I sink, I am lost; drowned
 In the wonder and depth of pleasure.
 O joy of love, could I plumb with a rod the sea,
 My tongue might tell the untellable sweetness of thee.
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