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“I love you, loved you . . . loved you first and last,

And love you on for ever . . .

. . . I had known the same

Except that I was prouder than I knew,

And not so honest. Aye, and as I live

I should have died so, crushing in my hand

This rose of love, the wasp inside and all,—

Ignoring ever to my soul and you

Both rose and pain,—except for this great loss,

This great despair . . .”

Aurora Leigh.