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INCARNATION

Thou slender of limb; thou lightness;
Wild grace that flies
Over the shining sand
Under cloud-brilliant skies:
What beauty flies within thee,
Sped from what skies?
Thee for an instant
The god possesses,
Is joy in thy fleet limbs,
Gay feet and flying tresses.
His lovely thought of thee the artist
Delights in and caresses.
Thou shalt remember hereafter
Through sorrowful years
That wonder of all thy moments,
And pine for through tears.
This moment that shall be for thee
A fountain of tears.