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Ah, true, back there!) your soul now—'"'yet some vein might be
(Could one find it alive in the heart's core's pulse, cleave
Through the life-springs where 'you' melts in 'me')—

XIX.

'"'Some true vein of the absolute soul, which survives

All that flesh runs to waste through'—and lo, this fails!
Here's death close on us! One life? a million of lives!
Why choose one sail to watch of these infinite sails?
Time's a tennis-play? thank you, no, fives!