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Asleep, amazed, with lolling head, / Arms in supplication spread, / Body shudders, dumb with fear; / There lifts the Moon, but who am I, / Cloaked in shadow wavering by, / Stooping, muttering at his ear? / Bound is Body, foot and hand, / Bound to lie at my command, / Horror bolted to lie still / While I sap what sense I will.
Through the darkness here come I, / Softly fold about the prey; / Body moaning must obey, / Must not question who or why, / Must accept me, come what may, / Dumbly must obey.
When owls and cocks dispute the dawn, / Through the window I am drawn / Streaming out, a foggy breath. / . Body wakens with a sigh / From the spell that was half Death, / Smiles for freedom, blinks an eye / At the sun-commanded sky, / "O morning scent and treetop song, / Slow-rising smoke and nothing wrong! "