HOW LOW THE LOVE OF GOD HAS SOARED:
THE WIND THAT FLUTTERED THE WOMAN'S DRESS
FOR HE WHO PASSED TO SURE BEHOLD
A FACE SO FAIR AND LUST FOR SOUL,
YET WHOM SHE LOVES HAS LOVED HIS SON -
TO GIVE HIM GOLD AND ALL THAT'S FAIR
BUT HELD IT BACK FROM ALL HIS KINS,
FOR HIM AS HE, HE SURELY LOATHES.
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