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My eye upon your eyes —

So was I born,

One far-off day in Paradise,

A summer morn;

I had not lived till then,

But, wildered, went,

Like other wandering men,

Nor what Life meant

Knew I till then.

My hand within your hand —

So would I live,

Nor would I ask to understand

Why God did give

Your loveliness to me,

But I would pray

Worthier of it to be,

By night and day,

Unworthy me!

My heart upon your heart —

So would I die,

I cannot think that God will part

Us, you and I;

The work he did undo,

That summer morn;

I lived, and would die too,

Where I was born,

Beloved, in you.