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"Ye are the wish, the aim of me *And when, O Love, thy sight I

see[FN#177] The heavenly mansion openeth;[FN#178] * But Hell I

see when lost thy sight. From thee comes madness; nor the less *

Comes highest joy, comes ecstasy: Nor in my love for thee I fear

* Or shame and blame, or hate and spite. When Love was throned

within my heart * I rent the veil of modesty; And stints not Love

to rend that veil * Garring disgrace on grace to alight; The robe

of sickness then I donned * But rent to rags was secrecy:

Wherefore my love and longing heart * Proclaim your high

supremest might; The tear drop railing adown my cheek * Telleth

my tale of ignomy: And all the hid was seen by all * And all my

riddle ree'd aright.