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 Whom do you love, she said, when you look out So far beyond my eyes as our eyes meet? Is she so like and yet unlike you doubt If I'm the counterfeit or she's the cheat? Or is she some one that I never was? Or what I was and shall not be again? Back of your eyes I think her image has Not only longing and much more than pain.

She never had another's face but this, He laughed and touched her cheek. She moved as you, And spoke upon your tongue and used your kiss, And knew the mysteries your wisdom knew, And had your silence, and was called your name— But was not I myself—was not the same!