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LINES.
Thou! who hast wakened secret springs,
Deep in the verdure of my soul,
And stirred on many a fairy knoll,
In its dim shadows, purple wings
Deep in the verdure of my soul,
And stirred on many a fairy knoll,
In its dim shadows, purple wings
Of new, and fresh Desires, that rise,
Like eagles to the morning sun,
Thrilled with the hope to look upon
The splendor of the inner skies;
Like eagles to the morning sun,
Thrilled with the hope to look upon
The splendor of the inner skies;
Thy wondrous being, fair and good,
Revolves before me in the might
Of music, and the tender light
Of consummated womanhood.
Revolves before me in the might
Of music, and the tender light
Of consummated womanhood.
As wandering orbs that meet in space,
Our spirits met, their wild career,
Transformèd in the homeless air
To circles of eternal grace.
Our spirits met, their wild career,
Transformèd in the homeless air
To circles of eternal grace.
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And each renewed in bliss to move,
And each rejoicing to have met
A world of such sweet glory set,
In so divine a Heaven of love.
And each rejoicing to have met
A world of such sweet glory set,
In so divine a Heaven of love.
O! Souls! that breathe in mutual light,
Which, if divided or withdrawn,
Would leave indeed a doubtful dawn,
More dreary than the dreariest night.
Which, if divided or withdrawn,
Would leave indeed a doubtful dawn,
More dreary than the dreariest night.
Give us your subtlest sympathy,
For ours, that intellectual life,
Which blends even dissonance and strife
Into majestic harmony.
For ours, that intellectual life,
Which blends even dissonance and strife
Into majestic harmony.
Through this charmed sphere to pass with thee,
Where Truth and Beauty wedded are,
And rounded to a silver star,
Poised on its own Eternity;
Where Truth and Beauty wedded are,
And rounded to a silver star,
Poised on its own Eternity;
Is all I ask, or hope, or dream,
More can a mortal life-time yield?
A foresight of an ampler field,
Outspread, where nobler glories gleam.
More can a mortal life-time yield?
A foresight of an ampler field,
Outspread, where nobler glories gleam.
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