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In one ambrosial bed, 
In one fair frame divine. 
 
Like clouds in rain, like seas 
Exultant as they roll, 
We mix in ecstacies, 
And, as breeze melts in breeze, 
Thy soul becomes my soul. 
 
I come to thee with tears, 
Nameless immortal dove ; 
Forget the fleet-foot years 
In the incarnate spheres 
Of our mysterious Love.