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 For, dearest Dear, you must not forget,

Because you're in heaven, and I on earth,

The sweet love bond that binds us yet,

And what to me is its meaning and worth:

It means that no matter where you may be—

But I know where you are there must be bliss—

To no other heaven can my spirit flee,

Beautiful Soul, but only to this.

And perhaps were it not that you are there,

For me to desire, and seek, and gain,

O my Sweet, my Sweet, I should fail to dare

The heights you would help me to attain.

Leave me, along the wondrous way,

Some token my soul may understand;

From your lambent vesture part a ray,

Or loosen within your shining hand

Some radiant blossoms to fall along

Your ariel path, like stars new born;

Tune the motionless ether to a song;

Or breathe through it fragrance like the morn:

But O, Soul Beautiful, on your way

In and out 'mong the spheres of light,

Be sure that I am not left to stray,

When to seek you, and find you I take my flight.

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