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Tempered as I am to prudent age by time,
To idly devise of so supple a mold
As this life's span, and in elusion model
My own neglect through the world, would be to devise
With my age in neglect to the term I've borne.

I thusly have this labor undertaken,
To lay before the world, and to solace
All noble hearts—those hearts so dear to my own,
And that world my own heart so keenly regards.
It is a labor not of the common world,
Nor for its common men, who, as I've learned,
Will not endure the heart's most trivial sorrow,
But wish to revel in their impassioned bliss . . . 

All I must say and they must hear but meager
Semblance may bear; the lay they course and that
Which I'll convey cannot but course astray.
It is that other way, that other life
To which my labor pleads, which in one heart
Divergent ways may yet concede; which jointly
May bear its bitter-sweet, its dear regret;
Its heart's content, its heart's lament; its dearest
Life, its lamentful death; its lamentful life,
Its dearest death. That life with the life of my own
Lives in a dear accord; to that world would
I cast my life to live in evermore,
And with it be damned, or by it restored.
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Tempered as I am to prudent age by time,
To idly devise of so supple a mold
As this life's span, and in elusion model
My own neglect through the world, would be to devise
With my age in neglect to the term I've borne.

I thusly have this labor undertaken,
To lay before the world, and to solace
All noble hearts—those hearts so dear to my own,
And that world my own heart so keenly regards.
It is a labor not of the common world,
Nor for its common men, who, as I've learned,
Will not endure the heart's most trivial sorrow,
But wish to revel in their impassioned bliss . . . 

All I must say and they must hear but meager
Semblance may bear; the lay they course and that
Which I'll convey cannot but course astray.
It is that other way, that other life
To which my labor pleads, which in one heart
Divergent ways may yet concede; which jointly
May bear its bitter-sweet, its dear regret;
Its heart's content, its heart's lament; its dearest
Life, its lamentful death; its lamentful life,
Its dearest death. That life with the life of my own
Lives in a dear accord; to that world would
I cast my life to live in evermore,
And with it be damned, or by it restored.

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