The Unknown Eros
who look'd from
spoke in quiet
the seventh
him, and
words an
ho was patien
st his grief sho
ted hi
him slumbe
eyelids, and t
late so
, wit
s tears, left o
ble drawn be
t, within
ters and a re
lass abraded
or seven
e with
er coins, ranged th
rt his s
hat night
I wept,
st we lie with
ng Thee
memberest o
de ou
kly und
t comman
atherly
ou hast moulde
ve Thy wrat
rry for their
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