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Vachel Lindsay

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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From General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems | 1913

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