As from a mortal foe?

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 She stands smiling at him. She speaks:

How many words in the asking!

How easily I can grieve you!—

My "no" in a "yes" was a-masking,

Nor thought, dear, to deceive you.—

A kiss?—the humming-bird happiness here

In my heart consents.... But what are words,

When the thought of two souls in speech accords?

Affirmative, negative—what are they, dear?

I wished to say "yes," but somehow said "no."

The woman within me thought you would know

Thought that your heart would hear.

 He speaks:

So many hopes in a wooing!—

Therein you could not deceive me;

Some things are sweeter for the pursuing—

I knew what you meant, believe me.—

Bunched bells of the blush pomegranate, to fix

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