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the bright stars, or from the viewless air, Or from some world unreached by human thought, Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home be there, And if thy visions with the past be fraught, Answer me, answer me!

Have we not communed here of life and death? Have we not said that love, such love as ours, Was not to perish as a rose's breath, To melt away, like song from festal bowers? Answer, oh! answer me!

Thine eye's last light was mine—the soul that shone Intensely, mournfully, through gathering haze—