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Angelic love that stoops with heavenly lips

   To meet its earthly mate;

Heroic love that to its sphere’s eclipse

   Can dare to join its fate

With one beloved devoted human heart,

And share with it the passion and the smart,

         The undying bliss

         Of its most fleeting kiss;

         The fading grace

         Of its most sweet embrace:—

   Angelic love, heroic love!

   Whose birth can only be above,

   Whose wandering must be on earth,

   Whose haven where it first had birth!

Love that can part with all but its own worth,

   And joy in every sacrifice

   That beautifies its Paradise!

And gently, like a golden-fruited vine,

With earnest tenderness itself consign,

And creeping up deliriously entwine

         Its dear delicious arms

               Round the beloved being!

         With fair unfolded charms,

               All-trusting, and all-seeing,—

Grape-laden with full bunches of young wine!

While to the panting heart’s dry yearning drouth

   Buds the rich dewy mouth—

         Tenderly uplifted,

         Like two rose-leaves drifted

Down in a long warm sigh of the sweet South!

         Such love, such love is thine,

         Such heart is mine,

O thou of mortal visions most divine!