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RENCONTRE
Could I not leave upon your face
The print of lips, on the divine
Soft throat and bosom's interspace
Where once my kisses found a shrine?
The print of lips, on the divine
Soft throat and bosom's interspace
Where once my kisses found a shrine?
I should have sealed you for my own,
On lip or chin or tender cheek,
One night, when powerless and alone
You lay, too faint to see or speak.
On lip or chin or tender cheek,
One night, when powerless and alone
You lay, too faint to see or speak.
This were a marvel to the wise:
That of the visions I recall
In your light laughing face and eyes
There lives no memory at all.
That of the visions I recall
In your light laughing face and eyes
There lives no memory at all.
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