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The only one

Was it you yesterday? Is it you now? Will it be you with me tomorrow? That face I see against my closed eyelids, that silhouette with a changing shadow Walking with me always, that voice at morning wakening me, making me sing, that name I call you by -- are they yours? are they yours? Is it you or is it the image and name of my thirst, that waits trembling like the thirst of the fruited earth for a rainbearing cloud? Is it you or is it the image and name of my grieving for that one, eternal, faithful companion -- as the moon is to earth. Is it y ou?