She and I intertwined, she and I still stands the most apart,
She is face, she is body, she is mind ,she is heart,
Yet her emotional fetters hold me from life's art.
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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