| 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. |