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Our true hearts are forever lonely: / A wistfulness is in our thought: / Our lights are like the dawns which only / Seem bright to us and yet are not.
Something you see in me I wis not: / Another heart in you I guess: / A stranger's lips -- but thine I kiss not, / Erring in all my tenderness.
I sometimes think a mighty lover / Takes every burning kiss we give: / His lights are those which round us hover: / For him alone our lives we live.
Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing / Point all their passionate love in vain, / And blinded in the joy of being, / Meet only when pain touches pain.