II

"Sylph, whose soul was born of mine,

Born of the love that made me thine,

Once more flash on my eyes! Again

Be the loved caresses taken!

Lip to lip let our forms remain!--

Here in the circle sense, awaken!

Ere spirit meet spirit, the flesh laid by,

Let me touch thee, and let me die."

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