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Xxxvi Life-In-Love

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Not in thy body is thy life at all
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
Through these she yields thee life that vivifies
What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall.
Look on thyself without her, and recall
The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise
That liv'd but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs
O'er vanish'd hours and hours eventual.

Even so much life hath the poor tress of hair
Which, stor'd apart, is all love hath to show
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Wesley Willis 21 July 2020
Another classic poem form Dante.
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Wesley Willis 21 July 2020
Enjoyed reading from one of the oldies.
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