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I felt the lurch and halt of her heart / Next my breast, where my own heart was beating; / And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound, / And strange in my blood-swept ears was the sound / Of the words I kept repeating, / Repeating with tightened arms, and the hot blood's blindfold art.
Her breath flew warm against my neck, / Warm as a flame in the close night air; / And the sense of her clinging flesh was sweet / Where her arms and my neck's blood-surge could meet. / Holding her thus, did I care / That the black night hid her from me, blotted out every speck?