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Am I not here, with night and death alone, And fearing not? and hath my spirit's call O'er thine no sway?

Thou canst not come! or thus I should not weep! Thy love is deathless—but no longer free! Soon would its wing triumphantly o'ersweep The viewless barrier, if such power might be, Soon, soon, and fast!

But I shall come to thee! our souls' deep dreams, Our young affections, have not gush'd in vain; Soon in one tide shall blend the sever'd streams, The worn heart break its bonds—and death and pain Be with the past!