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To Life

Fair, fierce Life! What will you do with me?

What will you make me?

Take me and break me,

Hurt me, or love me,

But throne me not lonely and safely above thee,

Sweet Life!

Radiant, terrible Life! See now, I offer thee

Body and spirit.

Let me inherit

Agony—wonder:

But leave me not icily, numbly asunder,

Dear Life!