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Love—is that later Thing than d**h
More previous—than Life
Confirms it at its entrance—And
Usurps it—of itself
Tastes d**h—the first—to hand the sting
The Second—to its friend
Disarms the little interval
Deposits Him with God
Then hovers—an inferior Guard
Lest this Beloved Charge
Need—once in an Eternity
A smaller than the Large