Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 230

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Love, whereof purest light the shadow is,What? shall thy guerdon be the general bliss?Nay! for thou think'st to gather wealth in vain.Labour—affliction—death—is all thy gain.Love, that made Love, this only gift hath givenOf love itself—Heaven in exchange for Heaven.
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