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Rh XXXIX

not who thou art to whom I pray,

Or that indeed thou art, apart from me;

A dweller in a lone eternity,

Or a participant of my sad way.

I only know that at the fall of day

Fain would I in thy world companion thee;

Upon the mystery of thy breast to be

Unconscious, and within thy love to stay.

I lose thee in the largeness when I think;

And when again I feel, I find thee nigh;

The more my mind goes out to nature's brink,

The more thou art removèd like the sky;

But when concentrated in love I sink,

Thou art my nucleus; there I live and die.