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About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

The Prohibition

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

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About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

Come now, I will be frank with you, and say 
I have for you a strange and bitter love: 
Most strong it is, but no love's strong enough 
From higher aims to make me turn away; 
Some short sharp pain, some idle night or day, 
Is all the hurt that I shall have thereof. 
I will not wed you, and I must remove 
Your spell from off my path as best I may. 

Your face would come between my work and me; 
Your love would quite unnerve me for the strife; 
Kiss me, forget me wholly, as I know 
I shall forget you in the whirl of life: 
Nay, do not look; I swear I will not see; 
Take off your lips lest I should crush you so. 

The Prohibition

by John Donne

Take heed of loving me,  
At least remember, I forbade it thee;  
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste  
Of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears,  
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;  
But, so great joy our life at once outwears,  
Then, lest thy love, by my death, frustrate be,  
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.  

Take heed of hating me,  
Or too much triumph in the victory.  
Not that I shall be mine own officer,  
And hate with hate again retaliate;  
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,  
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.  
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,  
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.  

Yet, love and hate me too,  
So these extremes shall neither's office do;  
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;  
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;  
Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay;  
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;  
Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo,  
To let me live, O love and hate me too.

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