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 Closer, ah! closer, and still more close, Till thy soul reach my soul— Further, further, out on the tide From the shores of self-control.

Glowing, glowing, to whitest heat, Thy feverish passions burn, Fiercer and fiercer, cruelly fierce, To thee my senses yearn. Fainter and fainter runs my blood With desperate fight for breath— This, my Beloved, thou sayest is Love, Or I should have deemed it Death! 76