MESMERISM.
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12.
I, still with a gesture fit
Of my hands that best
Do my soul's behest,
Pointing the power from it,
While myself do steadfast sit—
I, still with a gesture fit
Of my hands that best
Do my soul's behest,
Pointing the power from it,
While myself do steadfast sit—
13.
Steadfast and still the same
On my object bent
While the hands give vent
To my ardour and my aim
And break into very flame—
Steadfast and still the same
On my object bent
While the hands give vent
To my ardour and my aim
And break into very flame—
14.
Then, I reach, I must believe,
Not her soul in vain,
For to me again
It reaches, and past retrieve
Is wound in the toils I weave—
Then, I reach, I must believe,
Not her soul in vain,
For to me again
It reaches, and past retrieve
Is wound in the toils I weave—
