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Lying Asleep Between The Strokes Of Night I

Lying Asleep Between The Strokes Of Night
I Saw My Love Lean Over My Sad Bed
Pale As The Duskiest Lily"S Leaf Or Head
Smooth Skinned And Dark With Bare Throat Made To Bite
Too Wan For Blushing And Too Warm For White
But Perfect Colored Without White Or Red.
And Her Lips Opened Amorously And Said
I Wist Not What Saving One Word Delight
And All Her Face Was Honey To My Mouth
And All Her Body Pasture To Mine Eyes
The Long Lithe Arms And Hotter Hands Than Fire
The Quivering Flanks Hair Smelling Of The South
The Bright Light Feet The Splendid Supple Thighs
And Glittering Eyelids Of My Soul"S Desire.
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