afar, Or strains from some benignant star Enchant my ravished ear:    My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour When silvery tones of magic power Escape those lips so dear! Young Loves around thee fan their wings—    Behind, the maddened fir-tree springs, As when by Orpheus fired:    The poles whirl round with swifter motion, When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean, Thy footsteps float untired! Thy look, if it but beam with love, Could make the lifeless marble move, And hearts in rocks enshrine:    My visions to reality Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye I read—that thou art mine! 

        TO LAURA. (THE MYSTERY OF REMINISCENCE.) 2 Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee—    Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee? Who made thy glances to my soul the link—    Who bade me burn thy very breath to drink—       My life in thine to sink? As from the conqueror's unresisted glaive, Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave—    So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly—       Yields not my soul to thee? Why from its lord doth thus my soul depart?—    Is it because its native home thou art? Or were they brothers in the days of yore, Twin-bound both souls, and in the link they bore Sigh to be bound once more?    Were once our beings blent and intertwining, And therefore still my heart for thine is pining? Knew we the light of some extinguished sun—    The joys remote of some bright realm undone, Where once our souls were ONE? Yes, it is so!—And thou wert bound to me In the long-vanish'd Eld eternally! In the dark troubled tablets which enroll The Past—my Muse beheld this blessed scroll—       "One with thy love my soul!"    Oh yes, I learned in awe, when gazing there, How once one bright inseparate life we were, How once, one glorious essence as a God, Unmeasured space our chainless footsteps trod—       All Nature our abode! Round us, in waters of delight, forever Voluptuous flowed the heavenly Nectar river; We were the master of the seal of things, And where the sunshine bathed Truth's mountain-springs Quivered our glancing wings. Weep for the godlike life we lost afar—    Weep!—thou and I its scattered fragments are; And still the unconquered yearning we retain—    Sigh to restore the rapture and the reign, And grow divine again. And therefore came to me the wish to woo thee—    Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee; This made thy glances to my soul the link—    This made me burn thy very breath to drink—       My life in thine to sink; And therefore, as before the conqueror's glaive, Flies, 

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