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1841–1896

II.

Mathilde Blind

I was again beside my Love in dream: Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining; The muffled voice of many a cataract stream Came like a love-song, as, with arms entwining,

Our hearts were mixed in unison supreme. The wind lay spell-bound in each pillared pine, The tasselled larches had no sound or motion, As my whole life was sinking into thine —

Sinking into a deep, unfathomed ocean Of infinite love — uncircumscribed, divine. Night held her breath, it seemed, with all her stars: Eternal eyes that watched in mute compassion

Our little lives o'erleap their mortal bars, Fused in the fulness of immortal passion, A passion as immortal as the stars. There was no longer any thee or me;

No sense of self, no wish or incompleteness; The moment, rounded to Eternity, Annihilated time's destructive fleetness: For all but love itself had ceased to be.

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