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18 this cheek now, and now on this Soft cheek that burns; now a mouth-kiss. We are near to swoon as lips meet lips In ecstasy of deep eclipse Of breath. O worshipt spirit and flesh, Let us inweave us in a mesh Of twined limbs together pressed, Thus, thus… Ah! closer, breast to breast; Our hearts which feel each other’s beat Thrill for a while with strange, complete Knowledge of all eternity.

I kiss thee this once more, my sweet, For to the earth each drowsy limb Sinks, as the night grows pale, and dim The stars, and dawn comes tremulous. Should we not pride ourselves that we, We two alone, have wrenched one whole Deep hour from Fate, and mingled us Soul and body, body and soul?