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 ::::A QUESTION

HAT do I want of you? You fill The air about me with delight. A power stronger than my will Draws me towards you day and night. And yet I do not ask to press Even your hand in a caress.

Your presence vague and nebulous Moves with me as I cross the street; Your sweetness like an angelus Makes holy ground beneath my feet. In every lovely form I pass You shape yourself as in a glass.

What do I want of you? I see Your other lovers pine to drain The passion of your ecstasy In kisses desperate as rain, And yet, although I am not blind, Not to that harbour steers my mind.

What do I want of you? God knows! I only know it is too high, Too rare a venture to disclose, Save to the vast and starless sky. Nothing I want, yet when we meet, I think the world hears my heart beat.