Thou art so beautiful to me, sweet friend,

Years bring no shadow between us;

Always I praise the very ground beneath thy feet,

That leads thee toward me,

And give my unbelieving hands free leave to hold thee,

For still to assure myself that thou art there

Is my first need.

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Love, that entwined our souls before all worlds,

Binds the great orbs of heaven too in their courses,

But by no bond more lasting.