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Vachel Lindsay - Caught In A NetVachel Lindsay - 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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