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With your head thrown backward / In my arm's safe hollow, / And your face all rosy / With the mounting fervour;
While the grave eyes greaten / With the wise new wonder, / Swimming in a love-mist / Like the haze of Autumn;
From that throat, the throbbing / Nightingale's for pleading, / Wayward, soft, and welling / Inarticulate love-notes,
Come the words that bubble / Up through broken laughter, / Sweeter than spring-water, / "Gods, I am so happy! "