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IN what uncertain guise doth passion strive To work in men the mischief of their being; Even as Satan doth pursue them, fleeing In fear from their own shadows, while alive. Yet, from the realm of passion we derive Something that with true love is well agreeing; That he who once hath seen is alway seeing, Tragic, yet like a flower that doth revive. And thou, my own, whose love doth quicken life To fragrant sweetness hitherto unknown, Take me, but half unworthy as I come, And rule my dear heart’s dwelling as my wife. By deeds the spirit of true love is shown, Though passion still doth find its earthly home.