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Lets depart,
Shows, effaces and replaces!
For what is, anon is not;
What has been, again 's to be;
Ever new and ever young
Thou art mine, and I am thine.
Art thou she that walks the skies,
That rides the starry night?
I know not
For my meanness dares not claim the truth,
Thy loveliness declares.
But the face thou show'st the world, is not
The face thou show'st to me.
And the look that I have looked in
Is of none but me beheld.
I know not; but I know
I am thine, and thou art mine.
And I watch: the orb behind
As it fleeteth, faint and fair
In the depth of azure night,
In the violet blank, I trace
By an outline faint and fair
Her whom none but I beheld.
By her orb she moveth slow,
