a thing most new complete fragile intense, | |
which wholly trembling memory undertakes | |
—your kiss, the little pushings of flesh, makes | |
my body sorry when the minute moon | |
5 |
is a remarkable splinter in the quick |
of twilight | |
. . . . or if sunset utters one | |
unhurried muscled huge chromatic | |
fist skilfully modeling science | |
10 |
—to feel how through the stopped entire day |
horribly and seriously thrills | |
the moment of enthusiastic space | |
is a little wonderful, and say | |
Perhaps her body touched me; and to face | |
15 |
suddenly the lighted living hills |
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