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Who is this unseen messenger / For ever between me and her, / Who brings love's precious merchandise, / The golden breath, the dew of sighs, / And the wild, gentle thoughts that dwell / Too fragile for the lips to tell, / Each at their birth, to us before / A heaving of the heart is o'er.
Who art thou, unseen messenger?
I think, O Angel of the Lord, / You make our hearts to so accord / That those who hear in after hours / May sigh for love as deep as ours; / And seek the magic that can give / An Eden where the soul may live, / Nor need to walk a road of clay / With stumbling feet, nor fall away / From thee, O Angel of the Lord.
28. TRANSFORMATION
In other climes as the times shall fleet / You yet may the hero be, / And a loving heart may beat, my sweet, / In a woman's breast for thee.
Your flight shall be in the height above, / My wings droop low on the lea.
For the eagle must grow a dove, my love, / And the dove an eagle be.