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And low on his body she droppeth adown-- "Didst call me thine own wife, beloved--thine own? Then take thine own with thee! thy coldness is warm To the world's cold without thee! Come, keep me from harm In a calm of thy teaching!"
And low on his body she droppeth adown-- "Didst call me thine own wife, beloved--thine own? Then take thine own with thee! thy coldness is warm To the world's cold without thee! Come, keep me from harm In a calm of thy teaching!"