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I thought she came in hushed and secret wise]
I thought she came in hushed and secret wiseAnd stood in silence close beside me here,
Mantled in some gold-glimmering atmosphere,
Deep as the light of sunset-splendid skies.
Then, with her breast's smooth curve, her lucent eyes,
Haunted with visions of the lonely soul,
Her high white face, she seemed the mythic goal
Of some fantastic, fabled enterprise.
Then, till my thirst was quenched, my hunger fed,
I seemed, with hands that clung and lips that kissed,
To hold and to possess her utterly;
While all her passion and beauty were to me
The lustral wine, the sacramental bread
Laid on Love's altar for Life's eucharist!
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