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 And the touch and the smell of bare flesh sting,

Soft flank by your flank, and side brushing side—

To-night never heed!

Unswerving and silent follow with me,

Till the city ends sheer,

And the crook'd lanes open wide,

Out of the voices of night,

Beyond lust and fear,

To the level waters of moonlight,

To the level waters, quiet and clear,

To the black unresting plains of the calling sea.