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I would not have this perfect love of ours

Grow from a single root, a single stem,

Bearing no goodly fruit, but only flowers

That idly hide life's iron diadem:

It should grow alway like that Eastern tree

Whose limbs take root and spread forth constantly;

That love for one, from which there doth not spring

Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

Not in another world, as poets prate,

Dwell we apart above the tide of things,

High floating o'er earth's clouds on faery wings;

But our pure love doth ever elevate

Into a holy bond of brotherhood

All earthly things, making them pure and good.