Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself | Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth |
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And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden |
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
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