Poems (Curwen)/To Marie Corelli
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To Marie Corelli.
Thine hand has opened wide to me
The portals of the great "Beyond,"
And drawn my very heart to thee
By sympathy's sweet bond.
Surely, we twain have met before,
Or will meet when this life is o'er.
The portals of the great "Beyond,"
And drawn my very heart to thee
By sympathy's sweet bond.
Surely, we twain have met before,
Or will meet when this life is o'er.
Our paths in life lie wide apart,
As far asunder as the poles,
But some affinity of heart—
The mystic fellowship of souls—
A force, electric or divine,
Compels my soul to follow thine.
As far asunder as the poles,
But some affinity of heart—
The mystic fellowship of souls—
A force, electric or divine,
Compels my soul to follow thine.
From depths below to heights above
I hasten, thirsting, after thee,
Whom, knowing not, perforce I love
For thy pure ideality,
Which lifts my soul from mundane things,
Till I, too, soar on angels' wings.
I hasten, thirsting, after thee,
Whom, knowing not, perforce I love
For thy pure ideality,
Which lifts my soul from mundane things,
Till I, too, soar on angels' wings.