Dull sublunary wish of wizards
(which souls may know) cannot admit
Hollows, as it doth fill in
That thing which is conjuring it.

But us, by caring, so purify,
That our minds know not what it is,
And so, with spirit by and by,
Find our brows, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls, says I, unify,
Though I must go, await not as
A void, but as a pliancy,
As gold to airy thin strings cast.

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