“give me a fillet, Love,” quoth I, “To bind my Sweeting’s heart to me, So ne’er a chance of earth or sky Shall part us ruthlessly: A fillet, Love, but not to chafe My Sweeting’s soul, to cause her pain; But just to bind her close and safe Through snow and blossom sun and rain: A fillet, boy!” Love said, “Here ’s joy.” “Give me a fetter, Life,” quoth I, “To bind to mine my Sweeting’s heart, So Death himself must fail to pry With Time the two apart: A fetter, Life, that each shall wear, Whose precious bondage each shall know. I prithee, Life, no more forbear— Why dost thou wait and falter so? Haste, Life—be brief!” Said Life:—“Here ’s grief.”
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