" Some say afar a magic isle to be
For wrecked is any ship that by it sails
Its steel-wrought parts disjoint, while tearing free,
Pull out and rush into the coasts the nails.
Oh, 'tis no tale...The same thing now I feel;
Whatever welds my nature, steers me straight,
The haughty genius, the will of steel,
Have left me, maddened, clinging to thy fate.
But love, at once, of all these took the place
It locked me, tied me, with its magic chain,
I'm anchored to the shore where I found grace,
Throughout my life I here want to remain.
Lest any harm come from the outer world,
Oceans of Love around thee I have hurled. "
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