Love, unbeaten in the tussle, Love Plunging among possessions, you who keep In a girl's soft cheek your nightlong watch, who roam Through woodland halls and halls of spawning foam, Sparing neither the gods nor us who sleep At lifelight's ending: striking from above, The unjust minds of once just men you re- direct into disgrace each time you stir This …
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