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"Constancy"
Katherine Bradley and Edith Cooper
I love him with the seasons, with the winds,
As the stars worship, as anemones
Shudder in secret for the sun, as bees
Buzz round an open flower: in all kinds
My love is perfect, and in each he finds
Himself the goal: then why, intent to teaze
And rob his delicate spirit of its ease,
Hastes he to range me with inconstant minds?
If he should die, if I were left at large
On earth without him-I, on earth, the same
Quick mortal with a thousand cries, his spell
His fears would break. And I confront the charge
As sorrowing, and as careless of my fame
As Christ intact before the infidel.
* gender pronouns were modified from the original reading
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