Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
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Those stars shall shine as now divine!
Yet they are not immortal.
Yet they are not immortal.
Deep as may be the deepest sea,
Yet deeper is our love, dear;
Our souls dilate with bliss as great
As all the heavens above, dear.
Yet deeper is our love, dear;
Our souls dilate with bliss as great
As all the heavens above, dear.
We float in dream until we seem
With all these worlds revolving;
Our love intense, our bliss immense,
Throughout the whole dissolving.
With all these worlds revolving;
Our love intense, our bliss immense,
Throughout the whole dissolving.
A calm profound and infinite
Within us as without us;
Our pulses beat in union sweet
With all the Life about us.
Within us as without us;
Our pulses beat in union sweet
With all the Life about us.
We are the whole World yet ourself
By some divine illusion;
The I in Thee and Thou in Me
By mystic interfusion.
By some divine illusion;
The I in Thee and Thou in Me
By mystic interfusion.
Our soul-tides poising at the full,
Scarce swaying, tranced in glory,
Have reached the clime of timeless time
Amid the transitory.
Scarce swaying, tranced in glory,
Have reached the clime of timeless time
Amid the transitory.
