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<h2> CAPTIVITY </h2>
<p>Nay, lady, though I love thee, I make pause<br/>
Before thy question, and know naught to say;<br/>
Art cannot teach me to define the way,<br/>
Love led me, nor e’en register Love’s cause.<br/>
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It can but blazon in this verse of mine<br/>
What love does for me; what from Love it gains;<br/>
What is its quickening; but it refrains<br/>
From divination where thy merits shine.<br/>
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Canst thou, indeed, not tell what wrought in thee<br/>
To bring me as a captive to thy feet?<br/>
Canst thou not say, “‘Twas this that made decree<br/>
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Of conquest; here thy soul with mine did meet?”<br/>
Or is it that both stand amazed before<br/>
The shrine where thou hast blessed and I adore?<br/></p>
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