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Sonnet 08

 Oh, love of woman, you are known to be 
A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; 
For every one you bring felicity 
Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten.
I have been oft where human life sold cheap And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears And yet that never cost me any sleep; I lived untroubled and I shed no tears.
Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing; I always knew that nothing it implied Equalled the agony of suffering Of him who loves and loves unsatisfied.
War is a refuge to a heart like this; Love only tells it what true torture is.

by Alan Seeger
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