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SONNET EXERCISE (1), by                    
First Line: From reach of time to vacant ends of space
Last Line: The mortal bondage of your mouth and hand.


From reach of Time to vacant ends of space
I love you, and the sentient Spirit knows,
Although the falling leaves are on its face
What lies between the dog-star and the rose.
And here amid the city you have stormed
With gifts as treacherous as Trojan horse,
Though burned and pillaged, tortured and re-formed
Lives Beauty yet unwintered by remorse.
And all your faithlessness shall not conspire
To still the beating wings of love for you
Whose godhood touched my head with coals of fire,
Whatever else is false, these things are true:
Although my soul ensnared could not withstand
The mortal bondage of your mouth and hand.





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