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Miles from you I turn and find you,
My beloved. And your gaze
And the ripple of your garment
And your unexpected ways
Of approaching and of speaking
And the breath of your hair
Are as real to me as rain is
Through hot summer air.


In far companies I meet you
Moving natural and clear,
Coming toward me in your beauty ...
O, be careful, they will hear,
They will look at us, these others,
They will listen when your hand
Touches tumult on my shoulder--
Like the surf on the sand!