Your eyes that gaze, and those alluring eyes,

Your lips, the lips they kiss, alike had birth

Within this dark divinity of earth,

Within this mother being you despise.

Ah, when I think this earth on which we tread

Hath borne these blossoms of the lovely dead,

And made the living heart I love to beat,

I look with sudden awe beneath my feet

As you with erring reverence overhead.

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