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 Wherein perception sees what reason blurs: She was not his, but he was only hers.

O hide your eyes, O turn your head away; Are you so wise, so wise, To watch unchanged this chemistry of clay?

It is not we, It is another two; Hide that you may not see What flushed unlovely things their bodies do.

O think no grace That I am glad of this: I do not know your face, It is not you but my own flesh I kiss.