Song [Though Veiled In Spires Of Myrtle-Wreath]

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Title:     Song [Though Veiled In Spires Of Myrtle-Wreath]
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword which cuts its sheath,
And through the clefts itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the blade!
But through the clefts itself has made
We likewise see Love's flashing blade,
By rust consumed, or snapt in twain;
And only hilt and stump remain.

[The end]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Song [though Veiled In Spires Of Myrtle-Wreath]

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