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| THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, | |
| Feeling deeper than all thought; | |
| Souls to souls can never teach | |
| What unto themselves was taught. | |
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| We are spirits clad in veils; | 5 |
| Man by man was never seen; | |
| All our deep communing fails | |
| To remove the shadowy screen. | |
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| Heart to heart was never known; | |
| Mind with mind did never meet; | 10 |
| We are columns left alone | |
| Of a temple once complete. | |
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| Like the stars that gem the sky, | |
| Far apart, though seeming near, | |
| In our light we scattered lie; | 15 |
| All is thus but starlight here. | |
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| What is social company | |
| But a babbling summer stream? | |
| What our wise philosophy | |
| But the glancing of a dream? | 20 |
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| Only when the sun of love | |
| Melts the scattered stars of thought, | |
| Only when we live above | |
| What the dim-eyed world hath taught, | |
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| Only when our souls are fed | 25 |
| By the fount which gave them birth, | |
| And by inspiration led | |
| Which they never drew from earth, | |
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| We, like parted drops of rain, | |
| Swelling till they meet and run, | 30 |
| Shall be all absorbed again, | |
| Melting, flowing into one. | |
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