"She loves, and so I live and shall not die!

Love on, love her: 'tis immortality."

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Once more before the sun he greeted her:

She glowed her joy; her mood was calm and clear

As mellow evening's whenas, like a priest,

Rain has absolved the world, and golden mist

Hangs over all like benediction.

In her proud eyes sat triumph on a throne,

To know herself beloved, her lover by,

So near the consummation. Womanly

She dallied with the moment when, all wife,

Upon his breast she'd lie and cast her life,

Cast body, soul and spirit in one gest

Supreme of giving. Glorying in his quest

Of her, now let her hide what he must glean,

But not know yet. Ah, sweet to feel his keen

Long eye-search, like the touch of eager fingers,

And sweet to thrill beneath such hot blush-bringers;

To fence with such a swordsman hazardous

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