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O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,

With insufficiency my heart to sway?

To make me give the lie to my true sight,

And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,

That in the very refuse of thy deeds

There is such strength and warrantise of skill,

That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,

The more I hear and see just cause of hate?

O! though I love what others do abhor,

With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:

  If thy unworthiness rais\'d love in me,

  More worthy I to be belov\'d of thee.

 	--William Shakespeare

This love is silent.
T. S. Eliot

XXVIII



How can I then return in happy plight,

That am debarre\'d the benefit of rest?

When day\'s oppression is not eas\'d by night,

But day by night and night by day oppress\'d,

And each, though enemies to either\'s reign,

Do in consent shake hands to torture me,

The one by toil, the other to complain

How far I toil, still farther off from thee. 

I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,

And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:

So flatter I the swart-complexion\'d night,

When sparkling stars twire not thou gild\'st the even.

  But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,

  And night doth nightly make grief\'s length seem stronger.

 	--William Shakespeare