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| HOW sweet are you to me? As sweet | |
| As dewy turf to wayworn feet; | |
| As cooling draught of water given | |
| To lips athirst from morn to even; | |
| As bread and wine at Sacrament | 5 |
| To soul of blessed penitent. | |
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| How true are you to me? As true | |
| As swallow to the roadless blue, | |
| When spring hath wakened in his breast | |
| Life’s rapture of the brooding west: | 10 |
| Or as the sea in his response | |
| To that still call which is the moon’s. | |
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| How near are you to me? As near | |
| As to the earth her atmosphere; | |
| As warp to woof where web is wove; | 15 |
| As strength to hope; as light to love; | |
| As my own blood, my flesh, my breath; | |
| As near as life, as near as death. | |
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| How far are you from me? As far | |
| As glory of the morning-star | 20 |
| From Lucifer; as far as bliss | |
| Of comradeship from Judas’ kiss; | |
| As day from night: indeed, more far | |
| From me than heaven from hell you are. | |
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