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" Ah joy beyond the world's desire! What burning dream was this? Their breathless souls drew in like fire All heaven in a kiss! Through deeps of space, it seemed to him, Her voice thrilled low: - 'Dear love,' she said, 'My spirit faints; the world grows dim With joy that makes my soul afraid.' And from her arms' dear bondage he Loosed him, and said low-voiced, 'On me Fear also comes. And now from thee Must I begone till day shall be.' Nor made they other speech, But parted there as dreamers might Whom some wild vision of the night Fulfils with anguish and delight, An-hungered each for each. " Tristan and Iselut