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O THINK not, sweet, to what wild end
  Thy love soe'er is bent,
Thou canst that breast of sighs commend
  To more relinquishment.

To fuller licence canst commit
  Than knew'st thou this long while,
Since once the yielding heart of it
  Was flagrant in a smile,

Since once, when truest modesty
  Itself no more mistook,
Thy spirit's passion, shaken free.
  So triumphed in one look,

That never can surrender new
  More openness imply,
And all thou canst for ever do
  Shall that but ratify.

Charles Williams
Poems of Conformity (OUP 1917)

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