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I know thee not, and yet our spirits seem
Together linked by sympathy and love,
And, like the mingled waters of a stream,
Our thoughts and fancies all united rove;
Our hands were never clasped, our lips ne'er met,
Yet still thine image on my mind is set.

I think of thee, sweet lady, as of one
Too pure to mix with others, like some star
Shining in pensive beauty all alone,
Kindred with those around, yet brighter far;
O! if I have one wish, it is to be
Such as my glowing fancy pictures thee!