<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3><SPAN name="IV" id="IV"></SPAN>IV</h3>
<h3><i>Flower of the Clove</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">Ah, Love, have pity!—I am but a child;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I ask but light and laughter, and the tears<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Darken the sunlight of my fairest years.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">By love made desolate, by love beguiled,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I waste the Spring. Love’s harvest wains are piled<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With poppies and gold grain—I glean but fears<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of empty hands, grim hunger, and the jeers<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of happy wives whose loves are reconciled.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But mine! Ah, mine is like a tattered leaf<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Upon a turbid stream. I have no pride,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No life, but love, which is a bitter grief.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As a lost star I wander down your sky.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Give me your heart. Open it wide—so wide!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I must have love and laughter, or I die.<br/></span></div>
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