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not alone when you are still alone;

O God! from you that I could private be!

Since you one were, I never since was one;

Since you in me, myself since out of me.

Transported from myself into your being,

Though either distant, present yet to either;

Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing;

And only absent when we are together.

Give me my self, and take your self again!

Devise some means but how I may forsake you!

So much is mine that doth with you remain,

That taking what is mine, with me I take you.

You do bewitch me! O that I could fly

From my self you, or from your own self I!