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 Lets depart, Shows, effaces and replaces! For what is, anon is not; What has been, again 's to be; Ever new and ever young Thou art mine, and I am thine.

Art thou she that walks the skies, That rides the starry night? I know not For my meanness dares not claim the truth, Thy loveliness declares. But the face thou show'st the world, is not The face thou show'st to me. And the look that I have looked in Is of none but me beheld. I know not; but I know I am thine, and thou art mine.

And I watch: the orb behind As it fleeteth, faint and fair In the depth of azure night, In the violet blank, I trace By an outline faint and fair Her whom none but I beheld. By her orb she moveth slow,