| Testament... Robert Graves... |
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Pure melody, love without alteration, Flame without smoke, cresses from a clean brook, The sun and moon as it were casting dice With ample falls of rain, Then comes the peaceful moment of appraisable, The first and last lines of our testament, With you ensconced high in the castle turret, Combing your dark hair at a silver mirror And me below, sharpening my quill again. |
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This body is now yours; therefore I own it. Your body is now mine; therefore you own it. As for our single heart, let it stay ours Since neither may disown it, While still it flowers in the same dream of flowers. |
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