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Sometimes, when musing on thine absent face,I seem to see thy soul dilate, expand,
Till, ether-like, it fills the realms of space,
Diffused through earthand sky, through sea and land:—
Or, like a life that melts into the Past,
I see thy spirit mingle with the soul
Of universal Nature, freed at last
From bonds of self, one with the living Whole.
Then, when thine eyes kindle the flame of dawn,
Or when thy voice is echoed by the sea,
Through all the pores of sense thy soul is drawn
Deep into mine, till I am one with thee;—
Lost in thy life, lost in my love's abyss,—
My days a dream, my life a throb of bliss.
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