Though you love me, love is only half
Of life, and sacrifice the other part;
This unsubstantial ecstasy that shakes us now
Must finally destroy the heart
Unless it be preserved in quietness,
And so becomes a winged reward that moves
Like fate within the unexcited warm
Until it shapes it utterance and proves
The dullest hour is a part of love;
And when, at last, we scale the height that aches
Within our patient strength, we will become
A vast shore upon which a vast sea breaks.
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