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Rh VII

I transmigrate from friend to friend,

Yet do I own an undivided soul;

From form to form created things must roll,

And of their transformation is no end;

But in my substance do I never bend;

Still unity my being doth control,

And still I give myself entire and whole

In all my loves, and with my object blend.

I cannot understand this mystery

That so my changeless soul doth multiply;

As many waves as rise upon the sea,

So many motions in me shoreward fly,

Wherever in this world's immensity

I find a heart to break on, and to die.