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 Or what his mouth remembered from the press Of her mute mouth. She had become the bride Of something in his sense that understood The touch of things, the moments of the blood.

They say they are one flesh: They are two nations. They cannot mix nor mesh:— Their conjugations

Are cries from star to star. They would commingle, They couple far and far— Still they are single.