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A LOVE RHAPSODY.
If this be true, the fond Athenian's[1] dream,
That here the soul still mourns its better part,
And yearning seeks each visionary gleam,
Till dawns the true Aurora of the heart;
Then am I blessed—for I have found thee,
And my love has bound thee,
And thou and I are one!
That here the soul still mourns its better part,
And yearning seeks each visionary gleam,
Till dawns the true Aurora of the heart;
Then am I blessed—for I have found thee,
And my love has bound thee,
And thou and I are one!
As o'er the waters of the troubled deep,
God's Spirit moved, and the dark chaos woke,
And, starting from the depths of pregnant sleep,
Creation's myriad forms their silence broke,—
God's Spirit moved, and the dark chaos woke,
And, starting from the depths of pregnant sleep,
Creation's myriad forms their silence broke,—
- ↑ Referring to the Platonic idea of the soul being divided on earth, and love being the intense desire of the two portions to amalgamate again. This union forming the perfect soul is probably in one angelic form.
