My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, — No, — nor my lips freed laughter since `farewell`, And with the day, distance again expands Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell. Yet, love endures, though starving and alone. A dove`s wings clung about my heart each night With surging gentleness, and the blue stone Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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