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I. STARS OF PARIS--IN APRIL OF A THURSDAY IN THE MORNING

We have lain
Breast to breast,
Brain to brain.
For the rest
All is vain--
Mixed with pain.
Unconfessed
Is our stain.
Naught is plain
Save the chain--
So again
Ends the quest--
Fibre-fain,
Breast to breast,
Brain to brain.
Joy is best--
Stars again
In the rain!

II. UNE NUIT BLANCHE

And, Daughter of the Moon, this interlude
Snows the sweet pastures in between your breasts.
Cold from the sea I rise, and vaguely brood
With all desire far off, and we are guests
In upland meadows where the silence rests.

 

You are lost to me for love wantonness,
But now I touch your girlhood's wraith in flight,
Retrace the years you were companionless,
For as I kiss your mouth you make the night
Quiet and virginal and green and white.