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[III
“Heart to my heart,” she cried, “and mouth to mine]
“Heart to my heart,” she cried, “and mouth to mine!Lie close! I feel you like the pulse of life!
Desire has pained my senses like a knife:
Lie close, that I may know my body thine!
Surely the pangs of love are all divine,
And haply tho' my ways of love be dark
Their depths may kindle with the saving spark!
At least my incense floats before the shrine!”
“Give me thy lips!” he cried—and then his mind
Suffered with truth. He said, “My soul was blind!”
“And mine,” she said, “till love disclosed the light.”
He fell beside her, “Speak!” he cried, “for me,
For me the loveless—where is hope?” And she
Soothed him as tho' a child who wept for fright.
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