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Perversities II

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Yet when I am alone my eyes say, Come.     My hands cannot be still.     In that first moment all my senses ache,     Cells, that were empty fill,     The clay walls shake,     And unimprisoned thought runs where it will.     Runs and is glad and listens and doubts, and glooms     Because you are not here.     Then once more rises and is clear again     As sense is never clear,     And happy, though in vain     These eyes wait and these arms to bring you near.     Yet spite of thought my arms and eyes say, Come,     Pained with such discontent.     For though thought have you all my senses ache--     O, it was not meant     My body should never wake     But on thought's tranquil bosom rest content.

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"Yet when I am alone my eyes say, Come...."

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