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49721	Santayana, George	Poems			.txt	text/plain	18689	1539	90	His love made mortal sorrow light to bear, I take from thy just hand, more worthy love No summons woke thee from thy happy sleep; 'Tis a sad love, like an eternal prayer, That in thy perfect love I learn to live, Thy peace is gone, my soul; thou long must yearn. Thou hast the world, thy virtue, and my pride. But at thy coming all the world grew fair; And from thy noble lips and heart of gold My heart was dying when thy flame of youth And longed for summer and thy light, O sacred Unseen he loved thee; for the heart within him By thy breath tempered and the light that clothes thee, The sacred horror of thy loves and thee. Yet have I loved thy voice, Then if we love thee--for thy heart is pure-Lighting thy heart, and to a wider dream	./cache/49721.txt	./txt/49721.txt