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1859–1907

THE END OF IT.

Francis Thompson

She did not love to love; but hated him For making her to love, and so her whim From passion taught misprision to begin; And all this sin

Was because love to cast out had no skill Self, which was regent still. Her own self-will made void her own self's will

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