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LOVE-GIVERS

Who have given me the body's tollThat Helen and Cleopatra paid,And more?Who have yielded a field for a blossoming human harvest,Have walked, clear-eyed,Into the torture room of pain,That our love might come to its fruitage?
I have no Troy to dower you with,No world, stained with a Roman peace.I have only myself—Little enough for the debt I owe you,—You, whose beauty is mintedAs lover, and mother of days to be!

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