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 Forgive, my Seraph! that such thoughts appear. For sorrow is our element

The hour is near Which tells me we are not abandoned quite. Appear! Appear! Seraph! My own Azaziel! be but here, And leave the stars to their own light.

Aholibama:

I call thee, I await thee and I love thee.

Though I be formed of clay, And thou of beams[76] More bright than those of day on Eden's streams, Thine immortality cannot repay With love more warm than mine My love. There is a ray[77] In me, which though forbidden yet to shine, I feel was lighted at thy God's and mine.[78] It may be hidden long: death and decay Our mother Eve bequeathed us—but my heart Defies it: though this life must pass away, Is that a cause for thee and me to part?

I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; For thou hast ventured to share life with me, And shall I shrink from thine eternity? No, though the serpent's sting[79] should pierce me through, And thou thyself wert like the serpent, coil Around me still.[80] And I will smile And curse thee not, but hold Thee in as warm a fold As—but descend and prove A mortal's love For an immortal