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 Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise On one another, as they strike athwart Their wings in passing.
Thou, bethink thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part Of chief musician.
What hast thou to do With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ? The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,-- And Death must dig the level where these agree.

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Book: Shattered Sighs