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1842–1904

FROM AN INCONSTANT-CONSTANT

Arthur Macy

Though I love many maidens fair As fondly as a heart may dare, Yet still are you the only one True goddess of my pantheon.

And though my life is like a song, Each maid a stanza, clear and strong, Yet always I return again To you who are the sweet refrain.

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