Man knows not love-such love as woman feels.
In him it is vast devouring flame~
Resistless fed-in its own strength consumed.
In woman's heart it enters step by step,
Concealed, disowned, until its gentler ray
Breathes forth a light, illuminating her world.
Man loves not for repose; he wooes the flower
To wear it as the victor's trophied crown;
Whilst woman, when she glories in her love,
More like the dove, in noiseless constancy,
Watches the nest of her affection till
'Tis shed upon the tomb of him she loves.
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