They sped with love Along its fruit-hung ways, Neither knowing the face Of the other, or whereof He wove his days. How shall they know or seek Each the soul of each Who taste of love as of a peach?
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They sped with love Along its fruit-hung ways, Neither knowing the face Of the other, or whereof He wove his days. How shall they know or seek Each the soul of each Who taste of love as of a peach?
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