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The House of Life. Sonnet 9. Passion and Worship
One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player Even where my lady and I lay all alone; Saying: "Behold, this minstrel is unknown; Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here: Only my strains are to Love's dear ones dear." Then said I: "Through thine hautboy's rapturous tone Unto my lady still this harp makes moan, And still she deems the cadence deep and clear." Then said my lady: "Thou are Passion of Love, And this Love's Worship: both he plights to me. Thy mastering music walks the sunlit sea: But where wan water trembles in the grove And the wan moon is all the light thereof, This harp still makes my name its voluntary."
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