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When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh / Of intricate and interlacèd veins / Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains: / Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh.
When in thine eager eyes I look to find / A comrade to my thought, thy ready brain / Delves down and makes its inmost meaning plain: / Mind answers unto mind.
When hands and eyes are hid by seas that roll / Wide wastes between us, still so near thou art / I count the very pulses of thy heart: / Soul speaketh unto soul.
So every law, or human or divine, / In heart and brain and spirit makes thee mine.