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Poems

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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[Not as I am thou art—and yet thou art.]

Not as I am thou art—and yet thou art.
To touch thy hand, I thought was touching thee
I looked into thine eyes, the soul to see.
I felt thee in the beating of thy heart.
Hands, eyes, and heart thou hast not—yet thou art.