Some spirit only—leave me and depart.
Who is it?—Here some demon brings to me
My own self’s likeness,—he will not depart;—
It is the picture of my very self
And seems to be more powerful than that self.—
Double:
Maria, I do love thee;—beating heart
And fevered blood are mine when at thy side.
And when thine eye meets mine, my pulse doth thrill
With passion’s tremor: when thy dearest hand