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 She stands and stretches out to me

Her white arms, whiter than desire,

Some seven times heated in God's fire;

All Love's alluring bravery

Glows in her slight transfigured frame,

My heart throbs wildly in my breast,

Charged with vague yearnings, long supprest

As her lips move to form my name.

But ere one syllable can pass

Those red lips where my lips have kissed,

The vision rolls up like a mist,

Or breath that fadeth from a glass,

Leaving me lone with longing cries

Choked backward, whilst my surcharged sight

Aches sparklingly, as closing night

Thickens its pressure on my eyes. Rh