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God shook thy roundness in His finger's cup, / He sunk His hands in firmness down thy sides, / And drew the circle of His grasp, O Man, / Along thy limbs delighted, thine, His bride's.
And so thou wert God-shapen: His finger / Curved thy mouth for thee, and His strong shoulder / Planted thee upright: art not proud to see / In the curve of thine exquisite form the joy of the Moulder?
He took a handful of light and rolled a ball, / Compressed it till its beam grew wondrous dark, / Then gave thee thy dark eyes, O Man, that all / He made had doorway to thee through that spark.
God, lonely, put down His mouth in a kiss of creation, / He kissed thee, O Man, in a passion of love, and left / The vivid life of His love in thy mouth and thy nostrils; / Keep then the kiss from the adultress' theft.