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Caught in a Net

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Upon her breast her hands and hair          Were tangled all together.         The moon of June forbade me not -          The golden night time weather         In balmy sighs commanded me          To kiss them like a feather.         Her looming hair, her burning hands,          Were tangled black and white.         My face I buried there.    I pray -          So far from her to-night -         For grace, to dream I kiss her soul          Amid the black and white.

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