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Said to Wámik one who never
Knew the Lover's passion—‘Why
‘Solitary thus and silent
‘Solitary places haunting,
‘Like a Dreamer, like a Spectre,
‘Like a thing about to die?’
Wámik answer'd—‘Meditating
‘Flight with Azrá to the Desert:
‘There by so remote a Fountain
‘That, whichever way one travell'd,
‘League on league, one yet should never
‘See the face of Man; for ever
‘There to gaze on my Belovèd;
‘Gaze, till Gazing out of Gazing

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‘Grew to Being Her I gaze on,
She and I no more, but in One
‘Undivided Being blended.
‘All that is by Nature twain
‘Fears, or suffers by, the pain
‘Of Separation: Love is only
‘Perfect when itself transcends
‘Itself, and, one with that it loves,
‘In undivided Being blends.’