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• Between the brows, between the lips,
• Between the hands of Love-Lily,
• A spirit is born who ever clips
• My blood with fire & calls to me;
• Who breathes upon me gazing eyes,
• Who laughs & murmurs in mine ear,
• At whose least touch my colour flies,
• And whom my heart life grows faint to hear.

• Within the voice, within the heart,
• 10 Within the soul of Love-Lily,
• A spirit is born who lifts apart
• His tremulous wings & looks at me;
• Who on my mouth his finger lays,
• And shows, while whispering lutes confer,
• That Eden of Love's watered ways
• Whose winds & spirits worship her.

• Brows, hands, & lips, heart, soul, & voice,
• Kisses and words of Love-Lily,—
• Oh! bid me with your joy rejoice
• 20 Till riotous longing rest in me.
• Ah! let not hope be still distraught,
• But find in her its gracious goal,
• Whose speech Love knows not from her thought
• Nor God her body from her soul.

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