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I know thee not, and yet our spirits seem
Together linked by sympathy and love,
And, like the mingled waters of a stream,
Our thoughts and fancies all united rove;
Our hands were never clasped, our lips ne'er met,
Yet still thine image on my mind is set.
Together linked by sympathy and love,
And, like the mingled waters of a stream,
Our thoughts and fancies all united rove;
Our hands were never clasped, our lips ne'er met,
Yet still thine image on my mind is set.
I think of thee, sweet lady, as of one
Too pure to mix with others, like some star
Shining in pensive beauty all alone,
Kindred with those around, yet brighter far;
O! if I have one wish, it is to be
Such as my glowing fancy pictures thee!
Too pure to mix with others, like some star
Shining in pensive beauty all alone,
Kindred with those around, yet brighter far;
O! if I have one wish, it is to be
Such as my glowing fancy pictures thee!
