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Having Love and losing it is not better than never loving at all.

O Love's heart, sing, sing!
That ageless melody-
That angel's song-
My soul doth long to hear 't!

His voice amid the mid-night stirs-
What once was fell, and fallen
Behold!  't is risen, doubtless fair!
My Love did such, for lowly me.

Love begets love, and love
Shies away from me now, hiding-
Leaving me cold and bereft-
        -like night without stars-
O that my Love would'st return to me!

11/4/2008