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5125	Hope, Laurence	Last Poems: Translations from the Book of Indian Love			.txt	text/plain	13279	1255	97	I gave thee love; thou gavest but Desire. Ah, what hast thou done with the Lover I loved, Pleasure and love shall spring around thy feet Shall, kneeling, wait thee as thou passest by, Thy nights shall be as bright as summer days, And leave to thee thy lonely rest, Thou hast returned to thy dear delights; When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade. And the Last Sweetness of Love thou hast not given--I have not known!" Whilst thou hast done thy work, and reached the sea. Two things make my joy at this moment: thy gold-coloured beauty by night, Thou hast made a home for thy delicate beauty Thine eyes and thy hair, that were lovely symbols Little he knows of thee or me, or love.-Thy later loves shall show the truth of this. Ah, Wind, thou hast given me lovely things,	./cache/5125.txt	./txt/5125.txt