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He whom I call answers me, and takes the place of my lover,He rises with me silently from the bed.
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Darkness! you are gentler than my lover—his flesh was sweaty and panting,I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.
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My hands are spread forth, I pass them in all directions,I would sound up the shadowy shore to which you are journeying.
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Be careful, darkness! already, what was it touch'd me?I thought my lover had gone, else darkness and he are one,
I hear the heart-beat—I follow, I fade away.
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