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me,—in the car,—she sat, She spake not, no, nor looked to me: From her to me, from me to her, What passed so subtly stealthily? As rose to rose that by it blows Its interchanged aroma flings; Or wake to sound of one sweet note The virtues of disparted strings.

Beside me, nought but this!—but this, That influent as within me dwelt Her life, mine too within her breast, Her brain, her every limb she felt: We sat; while o'er and in us, more And more, a power unknown prevailed, Inhaling, and inhaled,—and still 'Twas one, inhaling or inhaled.

Beside me, nought but this;—and passed; I passed; and know not to this day If gold or jet her girlish hair, If black, or brown, or lucid-grey