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As lovers thrash the confines of their making,
as sunlight yearns to touch the palest eye,
as you would shed the dark and, upon waking,
take to the daring winter by and by
But for the distant music calling true,
soft moonlight now allumes her sight, unblinking:
Nor word, nor touch, nor sight, of lover, you
Who swims gold in the tide, unsinking.
as sunlight yearns to touch the palest eye,
as you would shed the dark and, upon waking,
take to the daring winter by and by
But for the distant music calling true,
soft moonlight now allumes her sight, unblinking:
Nor word, nor touch, nor sight, of lover, you
Who swims gold in the tide, unsinking.
From The Dead by James Joyce
"nor word, nor touch, nor sight
of lover, you
shall long through the night but for this:
the roll of the full tide to cover you
without question,
without kiss." -- Lethe by H.D.
"nor word, nor touch, nor sight
of lover, you
shall long through the night but for this:
the roll of the full tide to cover you
without question,
without kiss." -- Lethe by H.D.
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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