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With her soft face half turned to me, / Like an arrested moonbeam, she / Stood in the cirque of that deep tree.
I took her by the hands; she raised / Her face to mine; and, half amazed, / Remembered; and we stood and gazed.
How good to kiss her throat and hair, / And say no word! -- Her throat was bare; / As some moon-fungus white and fair.
Had God not giv'n us life for this? / The world-old, amorous happiness / Of arms that clasp, and lips that kiss!
The eloquence of limbs and arms! / The rhetoric of breasts, whose charms / Say to the sluggish blood what warms!
Had God or Fiend assigned this hour / That bloomed, -- where love had all of power, -- / The senses' aphrodisiac flower?
The dawn was far away. Nude night / Hung savage stars of sultry white / Around her bosom's Ethiop light.
Night! night, who gave us each to each, / Where heart with heart could hold sweet speech, / With life's best gift within our reach.
And here it was -- between the goals / Of flesh and spirit, sex controls -- / Took place the marriage of our souls.