Were you a leper bathed in wounds And by the world denied,
I’d share your fatal exile As a privilege, with pride.
You are the very sun, the moon, The starlight of my soul,
The sounding motif of my heart Its impetus and goal!
The speaker is telling someone how completely she loves them. She begins with a stark image: even if this person were a leper, covered in wounds and rejected by everyone, she would still stand beside them. That exile would not be a burden to her—it would feel like an honor.
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