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Alone! yes, evermore alone -- isolate each his way, / Though hand is echoing to hand vain sophistries of clay, / Within that veilèd, mystic place where bides the inmost soul, / No twain shall pass while tides shall wax, nor changing seasons roll.
Enisled, apart our pilgrimage, despite the arms that twine, / Despite the fusing kiss that wields the magic charm of wine, / Despite the interplay of sigh, the surge of sympathy, / We tread in solitude remote, the trail of destiny!