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love has talk'd with rocks and trees, He finds on misty mountain-ground His own vast shadow glory-crown'd, He sees himself in all he sees.

Two partners of a married life— I look'd on these and thought of thee In vastness and in mystery, And of my spirit as of a wife.

These two—they dwelt with eye on eye, Their hearts of old have beat in tune, Their meetings made December June, Their every parting was to die.

Their love has never past away; The days she never can forget Are earnest that he loves her yet, Whate'er the faithless people say.