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Excerpt from Lusus
To Alice.
This which you call my future, my career,
Is but the wide fulfilment of my fate,
To spread on ampler wings to heaven's gate,
Or dwindle in the summer of the year.
You are my fate and destiny, my dear;
Nothing of me had meaning, purpose, date,
Till you breathed on my heart inanimate,
Breathed life and hope, and made the meaning clear.
Yet if some day - who knows? - from my full heart
I speak of mysteries, and strike a note
In harmony with other men, and start
New goodness in the world, to sink or float,
If I win fame and honour by my art,
Then shall men say, 'She loved him, and he wrote.'
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