Love

You loved me first: but afterwards my love
Outsoaring yours, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be ?
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.

For verily love knows not ?mine? or ?thine;?
With separate ?I? and ?thou? free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ?thine that is not mine;?
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

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