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Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:

Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,

And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,

Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:

To us the leafless autumn is not bare,

Nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty green.

Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where

No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:

For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,

Love—whose forgetfulness is beauty's death,

Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I

Into the infinite freedom openeth,

And makes the body's dark and narrow grate

The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.