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I could not love thee more, if life depended

On one more link being fixed to Affection's chain;

Nor cease to love thee--save my passion ended

With life; for love and life were blanks if twain!

I could not love thee less; the flame, full-statured

Leaps from the soul, and knows no infancy;

But like the sun--majestic, golden-featured,

Soars like a heav'n of beauty from life's sea.

I would not love thee for thy radiant tresses,

Rich budding mouth, and eyes twin-born of Light.

No: Charms less fadeful thy dear heart possesses--

Gems that will flash through life's noontide and night.

But simple words fall short of what I'll prove:

Accept them but as lispings of my love.

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