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 I'll come as a perfume, a color, a thought,

And touch you with fingers more light than a look,

'Till you tremble and thrill, and I know you have caught

The remembrance of earth, and the love you forsook.

I will surely follow, through doubt and fear,

To sit at your feet in your bowers of bliss;

Beautiful Soul, my dearest Dear,

Fly not too far, lest the way I miss.

For the universe is long and wide,

And your elements so etherial fine,

If by any chance I should pass aside.

My heaven would be lost in seeking thine.

TO MY VALENTINE.

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