written by Anna Wickham
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I, your true lover,
Demand neither words nor your silence.
My heart can discover
Delight in transport or in continence.
My faith is zenith, earth, and air,
Ever beneath, about, above,
And when you wander I am there,
So changing-constant—since I love.
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