The Lovers
by Ranier Maria Rilke
   See how in their veins all becomes spirit:
   into each other they mature and grow.
   Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,
   round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.
   Thirsters, and they receive drink,
   watchers, and see: they receive sight.
   Let them into one another sink
   so as to endure each other outright.
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