From Victor Hugo
Child, were I king, I’d yield my royal rule,My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due,My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool,My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool,For a glance from you!
Love, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs,Angels, the demons abject under me,Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs,Time, space, all would I give—aye, upper spheres,For a kiss from thee!
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