It always came to him as a new day,
He never came to that thought,
Time, weeks, months, years passed on,
Friends never changed or separated (friends bond), ...
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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