Book 2 — SONG[450:2]
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Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword which cuts its sheath, And through the clefts itself has made, We spy the flashes of the blade! [451]But through the clefts itself has made 5 We likewise see Love's flashing blade, By rust consumed, or snapt in twain; And only hilt and stump remain.
? 1825.
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Title] Love, a Sword 1893.
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Tho' hid in spiral myrtle wreath MS.
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which] that MS.
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slits itself hath made MS.
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flashes] glitter MS.
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clefts] slits MS.
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We spy no less, too, that the Blade, Is cut away or snapt atwain And nought but Hilt or Stump remain.
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