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86 PON her breast her hands and hair Were tangled all together. The moon of June forbade me not&mdash; The golden night time weather In balmy sighs commanded me   To kiss them like a feather.

Her looming hair, her burning hands, Were tangled black and white. My face I buried there. I pray&mdash; So far from her to-night&mdash; For grace, to dream I kiss her soul Amid the black and white.