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 THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE

The way that lovers use is this;

They bow, catch hands, with never a word,

And their lips meet, and they do kiss,

—So I have heard.

They queerly find some healing so,

And strange attainment in the touch;

There is a secret lovers know,

—I have read as much.

And theirs no longer joy nor smart,

Changing or ending, night or day;

But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,

—So lovers say.