June 2012
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Rossetti
Dost thou not care?
I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart To love and not to love. Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart Into Thy shrine, which is above, Dost Thou not love me, Lord, or care For this mine ill?— I love thee here or there, I will accept thy broken heart, lie still. Lord, it was well with me in time gone by That cometh not again, When I was fresh and cheerful, who but I?...
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