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And you love me?

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you, Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets, My interwoven existence, My life, Caught in the stubble of the world Like a tender veil,-- This stays me. No strange move can I make Without noise of tearing. I dare not.

If love loves, There is no world Nor word. All is lost Save thought of love And place to dream. You love me?

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but beloved--