His Twin Soul (in dream form, or yet born)
If but nights, which fateful day
A dream wanderer, longs for
To melt as to meet
Hot fleshed, with its twin
Or yet birthed, and named yet
Holds tight to God's hem
One, of whose concept
Alone does swoon in!
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