Clear weather lighted my room,
Unaware dark crawled into the shadow of the broom,
What might follow the glance of the eye of the light,
Into the bitter which always craved to be better, ...
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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