Love was never meant to be for us as for common men
Intellect looped us and we respect what can never blend
Admirable enough just to say the true word friend
Nature be kind to us, and recycle us to flower again
Nurturing what before we struggled amend
Art and beauty in two hands, but nothing else to lend.
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