Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far, I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not, By shore of any sea? For I am weary of the god, And I would flee from him Tho' I must take a ship and go Beyond the ocean's rim. "I know a port where Love is not, The ship is in your hand, Then plunge your sword within your breast And you will reach the land."
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