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            Love that’s loved from day to day
            Loves itself into decay:
            He that eats one daily fruit
            Shrivels hunger at the root.
            Daily pleasure grows a task;
            Daily smiles become a mask.
            Daily growth of unpruned strength
            Expands to feebleness at length.
            Daily increase thronging fast
            Must devour itself at last.
            Daily shining, even content,
            Would with itself grow discontent;
            And the Sun’s life witnesseth
            Daily dying is not death.
            So Love loved from day to day
            Loves itself into decay.


            Love to daily uses wed
            Shall be sweetly perfected.
            Life by repetition grows
            Unto its appointed close:
            Day to day fulfils the year;
            Shall not Love by Love wax dear?
            All piles by repetition rise;
            Shall not then Loves’ edifice?
            Shall not Love too learn his writ,
            Like Wisdom, by repeating it?
            By the oft-repeated use
            All perfections gain their thews;
            And so, with daily uses wed,
            Love, too, shall be perfected.

                                             FRANCIS THOMPSON.

MLA citation:

Thompson, Francis. “Marriage in Two Moods.” The Venture: an Annual of Art and Literature, vol. 1, 1903, p. 131, 132. Venture Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021,