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I would that for a season I might mergeMy life in thine and be whate'er thou art,
And feel thy restless passion roll and surge,
And read the secret of thine inmost heart:—
I would that, gazing through thy glorious eyes,
My soul might see things as they seem to thee,
See with thy soul the wonder of the skies,
Hear with thy heart the message of the sea:—
Nay, I would be myself a wave, a star,
A flower that scents the air, a bird that sings,
That thou whose brooding love, from near and far,
Draws to thy soul the soul of outward things,—
That thou mightst love me, for no worth of mine,
And draw my life into the depths of thine.
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