Excerpt from A Cycle of SonnetsHen did Soul first meet Soul? Ah, who shall say? Remembrance doth not garner in one glance, Yet was her first sheaf stored when on life's way Thy Spirit call'd to mine - no sport of chance, No idle paintedjoys that met to wend Twin-bubbles on Time's river - From Soul-trance Together woke, togethe'r still must grow Through pain of longing, nearer some far end Decree of Destiny, full well I know 'tis Love Himself m...
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