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AND SHALL I SEE YOU?

And shall I see you, sweet, and are you still
Soft and as white and gentle as before?
And doth the moon still beam along the shore
With tender eyes and yellow rays that thrill
The pebbles and the yearning foam, and spill
Their passionate effulgence more and more?
Sweet, thou shalt lay thine hand upon the sore
Heart-spot of parting, and thine eyes shall fill
The cup of my strong being till it yearns
And trembles into air and overflows:
Even as the sun's imperious mandate turns
The bending face and body of a rose
Upward—till every petal doth unclose,
Blushing, and every vein and fibre burns.