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[Scanning the future with prophetic sight]
Scanning the future with prophetic sightI see my love soar up beyond the years,
Till on some golden pinnacle of light
With folded wings it stands—and disappears.
Then half-enraptured, half-distressed I think
“Will my soul follow where love dares to go?
Or will it falter on yon dizzy brink
And drop from heights of joy to depths of woe?”
But “No,” love answers, “Wheresoe'er I fly,
Thy soul will follow, for its life is mine:
Life of thy life, soul of thy soul am I:
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My fall had dragged thee down to Hell's abyss:
My soaring flight is thy ascent to bliss.”
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