The world is a vast and wondrous place,
Full of sights and sounds to fill the eye.
But no matter where I roam or race,
My heart belongs to you and cannot die. ...
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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