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'Twas in midsummer's youth that we should meet,
Deigned
by the stars, our destiny's success.
From distance doth the circle stand complete -
Eternal may my life by you be blessed.
Though
to our lives alone were we resigned,
From mis-used youth doth beauty ne'er decline.
When fell the dark before my eyes,
unkind,
Then you from night's bright star did I divine.
Than your Master's love none more be needed,
Thy sight and
sound and touch doth he adore.
Would that they dare ask, in doubt unheeded -
"How do you love but one for evermore?"
For
their question to answer of the ways,
Should I in mine own love's chrome brown eyes gaze.
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