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 O thou my Destiny! O thou My own—my very Love—my Lord! Whom from the first day until now My heart, divining, hath adored So perfectly it hath abhorred The tie of each frail human vow— O I would whisper in thine ear— Yea, may I not, once, in the clear Pure night, when, only, silver shod The angels walk?—thy name, I fear And love, and tremble saying—GOD!