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By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy larg, draughts of intellectual day,— And by thy thirsts of love, more larg than they; By all thy brim-fill'd bowles of fierce desire; By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire; By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His; By all the Heav'ns thou hast in Him, (Fair sister of the seraphim!) By all of Him we have in thee, Leave nothing of myself in me; Let me so read thy life, that I Unto all life of mine may dy!

And once having heard, could we, by any chance, confuse this voice with another's?