Her is where Africa lies
Her is where the beauty is found with no price
Her is where the beauty of Africa is found with no Vice
And she is able to be very concise ...
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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