Or wake to sound of one sweet note
The virtues of disparted strings.
Beside me, nought but this!—but this,
That influent as within me dwelt
Her life, mine too within her breast,
Her brain, her every limb she felt:
We sat; while o’er and in us, more
And more, a power unknown prevailed,
Inhaling, and inhaled,—and still
’Twas one, inhaling or inhaled.