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thy lips—thy swelling breast of snow,

Thy bright eyes, and thy building soul—I lay

My love's unshaken—its eternal vow—

Its oaths—its pledge—yes! Mina! hear me say:

"Time overrules the world—makes all its prey—

Time calls us where all time is buried now:

Yet I am thine for aye—record it so—

Thou glorious heaven—thou star-girt milky way!"

I bend me from the clouds—my name is fate;

On thee I look in pity—for tho' peace

Is in thy vow—yet war must be thy doom;

And I shall chase thee in thy restlessness—

Whither and when—I say not—soon or late—

Perchance a better—brighter day may come.