The Passion Of Love's Power.
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Robert Crawford
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Touch me, from out your breast of love,
With such white hands that be
As beautiful as a dream of
Your lips' virginity;
Or else look pity on my hope,
And that sweet sorrow shall
With the pang of departure cope,
And make amends for all.
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