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Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

Everywhere Is Here And Every When Is Now.

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.