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 But she was both,—she was both loved and love, She was desire and the thing desired, She was Troy flame and she was Troy town fired, She was hope realized and the hope thereof: Her slender body was the instant bloom Of lovely secrecies; the shadowed swell Of her small breast was beauty sensible; Her stormy hair wore wonder like a plume.

Away, his sense of her was like the sense Of moonlight under the smooth vague of sleep; Near, at her touch, her beauty's imminence Was like a wave that falters at the leap And lifts in foam a moment till it fall, Filling with thunderous hush the interval.