<SPAN name="XVI"></SPAN>XVI<br/>
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I bathe in thy two eyes my soul entire,<br/>
As tho' in purest water it were laid,<br/>
And in their sanctities I quench its fire<br/>
That tempered and more keen it may be made.<br/>
Oh, to join in utter purity,<br/>
As two stain'd windows, smitten by the sun,<br/>
Mingle their lights in separate clarity<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And melt to one!</span><br/>
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I am sometimes impatient of my lot<br/>
As being one who has not and can not<br/>
Attain the perfectness he would espouse;<br/>
My heart beats on the bars that are its vows—<br/>
My heart whose evil blossoms push their way<br/>
Between the rocks of blind brutality<br/>
And flaunt shamefacedly<br/>
Their swarthy flow'rs in sinister array.<br/>
My heart so false—so true—as change the years,<br/>
My heart of very contradiction made—<br/>
Exaggerating heart where merge and shade<br/>
Immensities of joy and startl'd fears.<br/>
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