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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XL: Oh, Yes! They Love
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Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! 
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth, 
I have heard love talked in my early youth, 
And since, not so long back but that the flowers 
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours, 
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth 
For any weeping. Polypheme`s white tooth 
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers, 
The shell is over-smooth,— and not so much 
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate 
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such 
A lover, my Belovèd! thou canst wait 
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, 
And think it soon when others cry Too late.
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