Two little birds were sitting on a stone,
One flew away and then there was one,
T' other flew away and then there was none,
So the poor stone was left all alone. ...
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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