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'Tis love which makes the elephant forget'Tis love which makes the elephant forgetWeary with toil, my soul seeks sweet reposeYet far from home, no comfort is there to findMy mind at journey's end resumes commandTo cast unshadowed doubt (one might suppose)Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkownVaried states of enduring discontentLead my mind and soul to mortal clatterLo thus, my heart ascends the royal throneAnd like the thief woh borrows not, but takesThe lover who invokes a jealous rageWith vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in toneCreates a trembling air, which ultimately quakesForgive me not for harboring roguish waysNot for crude language from a brutal tongue'tis love which makes the elephant forgetSo guilty am I, myself, love shan't acquit |