Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 229

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Not as I am thou art—and yet thou art.To touch thy hand, I thought was touching thee.I looked into thine eyes, the soul to see.I felt thee in the beating of thy heart.Hands, eyes, and heart thou hast not—yet thou art.

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