If it is youth's error that I have loved thee ardently;
Thank I do pay for his mistakes.
For I saw within thy soul the miracles of heaven.
How can I hate youth if youth be thee?
Thy face maketh faults in my eyes a grace.
How sweet and lovely and shameless binding my spirit to thee is.
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SHALL
ПоезіяRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
