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Title: Love , Love
Category: in love
Blog Entry: LOVE, LOVE What is the glory far above All else in human life? Love! Love! There is no form in which the fire Of love its traces has impressed not. Man lives far more in love's desire Than by life's breath, soon possessed not. If all that lives nust love or lie, All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky, With one consent, to Heaven cry That the glory far above All else in life is-- Love! O, Love! Thou melancholy thought, which art So fluttering and so sweet, to thee When did I give the liberty Thus to afflict my heart? What is the cause of this new power Which doth my fevered being move, Momently raging more and more? What subtle pain is kindled now, Which from my heart doth overflow Into my senses? Love! O, Love!