For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
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The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
And I hunted only your larger selves that walk the sky.
Long did I love you and overmuch.