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HOW WONDERFUL IS LOVE
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Not music when it wings
From the far azure where the skylark sings
Is wonderful as love!—
Not music when it wells
From the enchanted fairy-haunted dells
Where, shrined mid thorn and vine—
An ecstasy apart,
Drawn from the life-blood of a breaking heart—
The nightingale pours forth forever
The rapture and the pain that naught can sever,
Of love which mortal is, yet knows itself divine!
