Let none profane my Holy Sea of love - John Keats

"Ah! if you prize my subdued soul above
The poor, the fading, brief, pride of an hour;
Let none profane my Holy Sea of love,
Or with a rude hand break
The sacramental cake:
Let none else touch the just new-budded flower;
If not - may my eyes close,
Love! on their lost repose."

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