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 Let it be your flesh and only your flesh

That fashions for me a child

Whose beauty only shall be less than yours!

Everlasting as the sea round the islands

I cry at your door for love, more love,

Everlasting as the roll of the sea

My blood beats always for you, for you,

Everlasting as the unchangeable sea

I cry the infinite for space to love you!

Earth of the earth, body of the earth,

Flesh of our mother, life of all things,

A flower, a bird, a rock, a tree,

Thus I love you, sister and lover;

Would that we had one mother indeed

That we might be bound closer by shame.