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your hands? . . . What mean they, dear?

I, unworthy,—dare I claim you?

Then, against the world, I hold you:

Mine—forever mine!

Men have waked from dreams of joy:

Teach me to believe this rapture!

Lift your eyes! O my beloved,

Let me read your heart!

Is it true? . . . Ah, me! those eyes!

How divinely kind!—how tender!

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