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The Lover asks Forgiveness because of His many Moods

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If this importunate heart trouble your peace

    With words lighter than air,

    Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease;

    Crumple the rose in your hair;

    And cover your lips with odorous twilight and say,

    ‘O Hearts of wind-blown flame!

    O Winds, older than changing of night and day,

    That murmuring and longing came

    From marble cities loud with tabors of old

    In dove-grey faery lands;

    From battle-banners, fold upon purple fold,

    Queens wrought with glimmering hands;

    That saw young Niamh hover with love-lorn face

    Above the wandering tide;

    And lingered in the hidden desolate place

    Where the last Phoenix died,

    And wrapped the flames above his holy head;

    And still murmur and long:

    O Piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead

    In a tumultuous song‘:

    And cover the pale blossoms of your breast

    With your dim heavy hair,

    And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest

    The odorous twilight there.

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