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WAVING slowly before me, pushed into the dark, / Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the bark / Of my body slowly behind.
Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of night / Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flight / My hands should touch the door!
What if I suddenly stumble, and push the door / Open, and a great grey dawn swirls over my feet, before / I can draw back!
What if unwitting I set the door of eternity wide / And am swept away in the horrible dawn, am gone down the tide / Of eternal hereafter!
Catch my hands, my darling, between your breasts. / Take them away from their venture, before fate wrests / The meaning out of them.