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NEAR THEE.
I would be with thee—near thee, ever near thee—
Watching thee ever, as the angels are—
Still seeking with my spirit-power to cheer thee,
And thou to see me, but as some bright star,
Knowing me not, but yet oft-times perceiving
That when thou gazest I still brighter grow,
Beaming and trembling—like some bosom heaving
With all it knows, yet would not have thee know.
Watching thee ever, as the angels are—
Still seeking with my spirit-power to cheer thee,
And thou to see me, but as some bright star,
Knowing me not, but yet oft-times perceiving
That when thou gazest I still brighter grow,
Beaming and trembling—like some bosom heaving
With all it knows, yet would not have thee know.
I would be with thee—fond, yet silent ever,
Nor break the spell in which my soul is bound;
Mirrored within thee as within a river:
A flower upon thy breast and thou the ground!
That, when I died and unto earth returned,
Our natures never more might parted be;
Within thy being all my own inurned—
Life, bloom, and beauty, all absorbed in thee!
Nor break the spell in which my soul is bound;
Mirrored within thee as within a river:
A flower upon thy breast and thou the ground!
That, when I died and unto earth returned,
Our natures never more might parted be;
Within thy being all my own inurned—
Life, bloom, and beauty, all absorbed in thee!
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