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As from our dream we died away / Far off I felt the outer things; / Your wind-blown tresses round me play, / Your bosom's gentle murmurings.
And far away our faces met / As on the verge of the vast spheres; / And in the night our cheeks were wet, / I could not say with dew or tears.
As one within the Mother's heart / In that hushed dream upon the height / We lived, and then we rose to part, / Because her ways are infinite.