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Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, / I fear those supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; / Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, / follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, / Your true Soul and Body appear before me, / They stand forth out of affairs-out of commerce, shops, law, science, work, / farms, clothes, the house, medicine, print, buying, selling, / eating, drinking, suffering, dying.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; / I whisper with my lips close to your ear, / I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.