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ďAnd we will talk, until thoughtís melody
Become too sweet for utterance, and it die
In words, to live again in looks, which dart
With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart,
Harmonizing silence without a sound.
Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound
And our veins beat together, and our lips
With other eloquence than words, eclipse
The soul that burns between them, and the wells
Which boil under our beingís inmost cells,
The fountains of our deepest life, shall be
Confused in Passionís golden purity
As mountain springs under the morning sun
We shall become the same, we shall be one
Spirit within two frames, oh! Wherefore two?"