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 And, through the long charmed solitude Of throbbing moments, whose strong link Is one delicious hope pursued From trance to trance, the while I think And know myself upon the brink Of His eternal kiss,—endued With part of him, the very wind Hath power to ravish me in sips Or long mad wooings that unbind My hair,—wherein I truly find The magic of his unseen lips.

And, so almighty is the thrill I feel at many a faintest breath Or stir of sound—as 'twere a rill Of joy traversing me, or death Dissolving all that hindereth My thought from power to fulfil Some new embodiment of bliss,— I do consume with the immense Delight as of some secret kiss, And am become like one whose sense Is used with raptures too intense!