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<p>Gifts</p>
<p>Come near! you are my friend and I will wear<br/>
Gems for your sake, and flowers in my hair;<br/>
Garments of silver gauze, and cloth of gold . . .<br/>
And I will give you power to have and hold,<br/>
And passion, and delight and ecstasy.<br/>
What will you give to me?</p>
<p>And I will give you, if you will but stay,<br/>
The magic mirror of the dawn, where day<br/>
Waking, beholds the wonder of her face—<br/>
If you will keep me yet in your embrace,<br/>
And let me dream of Love's eternity.<br/>
What will you give to me?</p>
<p>Yes! I will give you the gold veils of light,<br/>
And the dark spangled curtains of the night . . .<br/>
And I will give you as a flower unfurled,<br/>
The proud and marvellous beauty of the world,<br/>
And all the wild, white horses of the sea.<br/>
What will you give to me? . . .</p>
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