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 bent over, eyelids falling,

All the soft hair's silken splendor

Lying prest

Against my breast,

While her soul in dumb surrender,

Floated upward at my calling, —

Floated upward to my keeping,

As a dove might float to capture,

While a thrill,

Swift and chill,

As of half-remorseful rapture,

Through and through my veins went creeping.