SONGS OF THE SOUL
VARIETY
I sought for twins
I could not find;
I search my mind,
No twins have seen.
I could not find;
I search my mind,
No twins have seen.
They seem alike,
Man and man, beast and brute,
Yet no faces two are like;
Ne’er the same song sang the lute.
Man and man, beast and brute,
Yet no faces two are like;
Ne’er the same song sang the lute.
Ne’er two hearts are same.
I bow to each new form and name—
Variely complete,
Through forms infinite.
I bow to each new form and name—
Variely complete,
Through forms infinite.
I wish that I were you and he,
And all at once what I would be;
Oh, could I wear at will all terrene minds,
Like robes of newer kinds!
And all at once what I would be;
Oh, could I wear at will all terrene minds,
Like robes of newer kinds!
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