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JOINED SPIRITS
No more as separate souls we move along,—
The work of blending is divinely done;
From now till setting of our earthly sun
Joined are our voices in one wedding-song.
Thou art to me my whiteness,—I thy strong
Singer through whom thy laurel-wreath is won;
By thee my robe of victory is spun,
And mine are the swift thoughts that round thee throng.
The work of blending is divinely done;
From now till setting of our earthly sun
Joined are our voices in one wedding-song.
Thou art to me my whiteness,—I thy strong
Singer through whom thy laurel-wreath is won;
By thee my robe of victory is spun,
And mine are the swift thoughts that round thee throng.
Never, though all the ages stormed foam-white
Upon our path, should they the souls divide:
Through all eternity thou art my Bride
And I thy stronghold,—thou my soft delight,—
I am thine armour and thou art my shield;
Even so we traverse the hard-foughten field.
Upon our path, should they the souls divide:
Through all eternity thou art my Bride
And I thy stronghold,—thou my soft delight,—
I am thine armour and thou art my shield;
Even so we traverse the hard-foughten field.
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