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Tristan And Isolde. The Love Sin.

None, unless the saints above,
Knew the secret of their love;
For with calm and stately grace
Isolde held her queenly place,
Tho’ the courtiers’ hundred eyes
Sought the lovers to surprise,
Or to read the mysteries
Of a love—so rumour said
By a magic philtre fed,
Which for ever in their veins

Burn’d with love’s consuming pains.
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Conlan 26 March 2021

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Conlan 26 March 2021

I dont like this poem. Its a bit bland

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