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No, though our all be spent--
Heart's extremest love,
Spirit's whole intent,
All that nerve can feel,
All that brain invent,--
Still beyond appeal
Will Divine Desire
Yet more excellent
Precious cost require
Of this mortal stuff,--
Never be content
Till ourselves be fire.
Nothing is enough!

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