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 'I see my soul within thine eyes, and hear My spirit in all thy pulses thrill with fear, And in my lips the passion of thee sigh, And music of me made in mine own ear; Am I not thou while day shall live and die?

'Art thou not I as I thy love am thou? So let all things pass from us; we are now, For all that was and will be, who knows why? And all that is and is not, who knows how? Who knows? God knows why day should live and die.'

And Iseult mused and spake no word, but sought Through all the hushed ways of her tongueless thought What face or covered likeness of a face In what veiled hour or dream-determined place She seeing might take for love's face, and believe This was the spirit to whom all spirits cleave. For that sweet wonder of the twain made one And each one twain, incorporate sun with sun, Star with star molten, soul with soul imbued, And all the soul's works, all their multitude, Made one thought and one vision and one song, Love—this thing, this, laid hand on her so strong She could not choose but yearn till she should see. So went she musing down her thoughts; but he, Sweet-hearted as a bird that takes the sun With clear strong eyes and feels the glad god run Bright through his blood and wide rejoicing wings, And opens all himself to heaven and sings, Made her mind light and full of noble mirth With words and songs the gladdest grown on earth,