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How do I love thee? Like the sparrow loves

the spring, and cherry blossoms love the boughs.

As earth revolves

and day to night dissolves,

the flame within my. . . heart . . . thou dost arouse.

Dawn, with rosy fingers, lifts the velvet curtain of Nyx:

Beaming sun overhead, the verdant valley swells with warmth:

In twilight, distant stars gather strength for night’s brilliance:

Now Hypnos smiles to blanket all we see,

And wraps my soul in loving dreams of thee.