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<h3><SPAN name="XXV" id="XXV"></SPAN>XXV</h3>
<h3><i>The Gypsy Blood</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">He gives me happiness, as flowers depend<br/></span>
<span class="i2">On loyal sun and shower. I look to love<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To give me life. Why is it not enough?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Divine contentment, stretching without end<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O’er happy meadows. He’s my love, my friend,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And peace is in the word. You—heart’s despair—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Sweep like a tempest through my sunsweet air,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wail like a lost soul through my blossomed grove.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Tempest and calm, with him my heart might rest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Lulled by eternal spring. The dream is blest,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Yet the wild grapes you crush make life divine.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Out in the pathless dark, all yours, I go,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Brave with the purple promise of the wine.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You, you I love, because you bring me woe.<br/></span></div>
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