I loved you first: but
afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang
such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly
cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other
most? my love was long,
And yours one moment
seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at
you, you construed me
And loved me for what
might or might not be –
Nay, weights and
measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows
not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and
‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both
are one in love:
Rich love knows nought
of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength
and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love
which makes us one.
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