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Sit still -- a word -- a breath may break / (As light airs stir a sleeping lake) / The glassy calm that soothes my woes -- / The sweet, the deep, the full repose. / O leave me not! for ever be / Thus, more than life itself to me!
Yes, close beside thee let me kneel -- / Give me thy hand, that I may feel / The friend so true -- so tried -- so dear, / My heart's own chosen -- indeed is near; / And check me not -- this hour divine / Belongs to me -- is fully mine.