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O friend, I am not She thou seekest. My hair is warm and golden, mine eyes are blue; like hers, my lips are sweet—thou knowest.

But in thine ears my voice echoes like a voice heard long ago which calls thee still across the vast solitudes. The touch of my hand is but the shadow of some past caress which distant memory recalls to thee.

Because I too have loved, I know. And I have seen her image weaving like a phantom through the desire of thine eyes.

Because I too have loved, O friend, search on: I am not She thou seekest.