In the darkest brains of this tune,
Wine in dance with memories of the dying souls,
The sick trains waving on the rails,
Saying Hi! To our weary and shivering souls, ...
Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!
O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!
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