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contradiction is the soul

Of every woman. When I burned

With love, poured passionate words, heart whole

She laughed, but when aside I turned

To note another's wistful look

Whence spake a world unutterable,

At once she stood between us, took

My hand in hers, her bosom rose and fell,

Her eyes she kept downcast a little space,

And then her lips were lifted to my face. Rh