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‘twixt me and thee

When I think of late a veil has passed from where I had not thought — to block the discourse and the idle glances me to thee and thee to me — by only knowledge of what I thought known, I wonder if ever a lighter veil will replace this grey. Doleful strains, larghetto and taut, come bind my thoughts. I find not free my mind’s to tread about the light, and where it may tread the dark, I listen rather than think. Bound or nay, an mind were mine, ‘twould think on thee.  *

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