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I SEE myself reflected in thine eyes,

The dainty mirrors set in golden frame

Of eyelash, quiver with a sweet surprise,

   And most ingenuous shame.

Like Eve, who hid her from the dread command

Deep in the dewy blooms of paradise;

So thy shy soul, love calling, fears to stand

   Discover’d at thine eyes.

Or, like a tender little fawn, which lies

Asleep amid the fern, and waking, hears

Some careless footstep drawing near, and flies,

   Yet knows not what she fears.

So shrinks thy soul, but, dearest, shrink not so;

Look thou into mine eyes as I in thine,

So our reflected souls shall meet and grow,

   And each with each combine

In something nobler; as when one has laid

Opposite mirrors on a cottage wall;

And lo! the never-ending colonnade,

   The vast palatial hall.

So our twin souls, by one sweet suicide,

Shall fade into an essence more sublime;

Living through death, and dying glorified,

   Beyond the reach of time.