[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 51]

July 1907

{…} sure they never knew

But in the world a deep love could be

The {…} love of purity

That I behold with ignorant surprise.

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Which in the innocence of your mild eyes

My soul beholds with ignorant surprise[1]

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Many are that boast of science in Love’s things

Ignoble science of † sense

And claim to put on their desiring wings

To leave the normal {…} and not intense

And {…} and making dense

The atmosphere of love’s imaginings

They choke with embers

The hearth of {…}

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Pleasures of strain for like to poisonous sense

 
[1] My soul beholds with ignorant surprise /I notice with half-ignorant surprise\