Envoi
ENVOI
Beloved, till the day break,
Leave wide the little door;
And bless, to lack and longing,
Our brimming more-and-more.
Is love a scanted portion,
That we should hoard thereof? —
Oh, call unto the deserts,
Beloved and my Love!





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