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Maya! Illusion! Is it all a dream?Will thy dear eyes beguile me till I wake,
Then fade away, and in their parting gleam
Tell me I loved thee for Another's sake?
Art thou the veil, the mask that hides from thought
The deeper beauty of a larger soul,—
Large as the world is wide? Has passion wrought
Such sweet oblivion of love's only goal?
Dear love of mine, I laugh my fear to scorn:—
Whate'er thy presence veils grows one with thee:
Thine is the beauty that is still unborn:
Thine is the face that love at last shall see:—
For Nature's soul, that pulses in thy heart,
Mingling with thee becomes the soul thou art.
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