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By Mathilde Blind Submitted by Sheila Hawkins Date: 2004 Nov 25 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.25.13.59.23085]] |
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I THINK of thee in watches of the night, I feel thee near; Like mystic lamps consumed with too much light Thine eyes burn clear. The barriers that divide us in the day And hide from view, Like idle cobwebs now are brushed away Between us two. I probe the deep recesses of thy mind Without control, And in its inmost labyrinth I find My own lost soul. No longer like an exile on the earth I wildly roam, I was thy double from the hour of birth And thou my home. |