| FAST-ANCHOR'D, eternal, O love! O woman I love! |
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O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the
thought of you! |
| —Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, |
| Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation; |
| I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, |
| O sharer of my roving life. |