[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\