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Sara Teasdale - Vox Corporis
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The beast to the beast is calling, 
And the soul bends down to wait; 
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle, 
The white man calls his mate.

The beast to the beast is calling, 
They rush through the twilight sweet, 
But the soul is a wary hunter, 
He will not let them meet.
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