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Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,
The shell is over-smooth,-and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such
A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,
And think it soon when others cry 'Too late.'
Sonnet 40 - Oh, Yes! They Love Through All This World Of Ours!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Poem topics: hate, smile, sorrow, world, oblivion, white, wait, long, sickness, smell, bring, touch, early, youth, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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