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YOUR touch on my hand is fire, / Your lips on my lips are flowers.
My darling, my one desire, / Dear crown of my days and hours.
Dear crown of each hour and day / Since ever my life began.
Ah! leave me-ah! go away- / We two are woman and man.
To lie in your arms and see / The stars melt into the sun; / Till there is no you and me, / Since you and I are one.
To loose my soul to your breath, / To bare my heart to your life- / It is death, it is death, it is death! / I am not your wife.
The hours will come and will go, / But never again such an hour / When the tides immortal flow / And life is a flood, a flower . . .
Wait for the ring; it is strong, / It has a magic of might / To make all that was splendid and wrong / Sordid and right.