I am desperate for a peaceful resting
From the exhaustion of nursing this electric surge tugging through my soul
Every strike invokes a hounding feeling of scornfulness
It is just too strong to calm ...
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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