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She stands and stretches out to me
Her white arms, whiter than desire,
Some seven times heated in God's fire;
All Love's alluring bravery
Glows in her slight transfigured frame,
My heart throbs wildly in my breast,
Charged with vague yearnings, long supprest
As her lips move to form my name.
But ere one syllable can pass
Those red lips where my lips have kissed,
The vision rolls up like a mist,
Or breath that fadeth from a glass,
Leaving me lone with longing cries
Choked backward, whilst my surcharged sight
Aches sparklingly, as closing night
Thickens its pressure on my eyes.
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