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LOVE IN WONDER.

I SAW a picture of a lover wan,
Who stepping from dark wood doth thrust apart
Strong-matted, thorny branches, whose keen smart
He heeds in nowise, if he only can
Win the red rose his lady, like a fan,
Holds daintily. She, listening to her heart,
Doth look another way. Now would she start,
And weep, and suffer sorrow, if he ran
For utter love of her -swift, sobbing, back
Into those terrible shadows, terribler
Because her whiteness made their black more black!
A little while he waits, lest he should err;
A while he wonders, secretly.- Alack!
He could so gladly die, or live for her.