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Oh! if thou lov'st me, love me not so well!
For in this ceaseless mingling of the heart
I feel such power of mystery doth dwell,
I sicken with the weight, and weeping start!

Are we of earth, and subject to decay -
Walk we a world of sin, and change, and pain?
Yet dare we own that forms of mortal clay
Our all of wealth and happiness contain?

Oh! surely souls for higher aims were made
Than thus in love's fantastic realm to rove;
And ours might treasure find that ne'er shall fade,

And soar from human to immortal love!
Then, if thou lov'st me, teach my hopes to rise,
And lead my heart with thine home - home into the skies!