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VIII.

I, a page, a servant,
 Alice as a queen
At my love so fervent
 Smiles, with pride serene.

IX.

All my love, my passion—
 All myself I give,
True to ancient fashion,
 Loving while I live.

X.

Claiming nought from Alice,
 Knowing love is vain;
Wine poured from a chalice
 Flows not back again.

XI.

True love is a treasure
 Sacred and divine;
Without stint or measure
 Cast upon a shrine.