When we met as strangers in day's first light
Thy spirit's auric glow washed across my life,
In speech unsteady struggling with each breath
I as one with thee, bonded to thy flesh.
In that still morning, that eternal June
Naked flowers shivering bathed in morning dew;
Thy lips glistening, moist and fresh and full,
All things awakening! All was beautiful!
Should I never wake from thy music's trance
Entwined in evening song, everlasting dance,
Shall I never falter, shall I always reach,
When together in our graves then our dance will cease.
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