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- POEM: Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound,
- And our veins beat together; and our lips
- With other eloquence than words, eclipse
- The soul that burns between them, and the wells
- Which boil under our being's inmost cells,
- The fountains of our deepest life, shall be
- Confus'd in Passion's golden purity,
- As mountain-springs under the morning sun.
- We shall become the same, we shall be one
- Spirit within two frames, oh! wherefore two?
- One passion in twin-hearts, which grows and grew,
- Till like two meteors of expanding flame,
- Those spheres instinct with it become the same,
- Touch, mingle, are transfigur'd; ever still
- Burning, yet ever inconsumable:
- In one another's substance finding food,
- Like flames too pure and light and unimbu'd
- To nourish their bright lives with baser prey,
- Which point to Heaven and cannot pass away:
- One hope within two wills, one will beneath
- Two overshadowing minds, one life, one death,
- One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality,
- And one annihilation.
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