• This hour be her sweet body all my song.
• Now the same heart-beat blends her gaze with mine,—
• One parted fire, Love's silent countersign:
• Her arms lie open, throbbing with their throng
• Of confluent pulses, bare and fair and strong:
• And her deep-freighted lips expect me now,
• Amid the clustering hair that shrines her brow
• Five kisses broad, her neck ten kisses long.

• Lo, Love! thy heaven of Beauty; where a sun
• 10 Thou shin'st; and art a white-winged moon to press
• By hidden paths to every hushed recess;
• Yea, and with sinuous light enings here anon
• Of passionate change, an instant seen and gone,
• Shalt light the tumult of this loveliness.

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