I never knew the earth had so much gold-
The fields run over with it, and this hill,
Hoary and old,
Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill. ...
Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!
O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!
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