COPPER AND GOLD
Browned by the desert sun and the swift wind, lithe and strong, thine eyes aflame with conquest, thou seekest me out; thou layest thine hand upon me.
Beside thee, I pale; and yet, because I am a woman, I can bear thine hand upon me and thy kiss upon my lips. I have become precious as a rare jewel because thou lovest me; and strong because I have looked upon thee and I have known thee, O my Well-Belovèd.
And I will love thee not only in the night when the soft air breathes of the slumbering flowers, but also in the flaring mid-day when the light of thine eyes blinds me and the world throbs in the glory of the sun.
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