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Your touch is ever so soft upon my heart,
As though the slumbering veils would never part
Which blind me to Your noon of nakedness.
You come most shyly nor Your beauty press
With all that irresistible leap of light
Which focuses to flesh the Infinite
And breaks to rapturous cinders human will.
You leave me strong to clasp earth-darkness still:
You pluck no pale surrender from the mind,
But, like a breath or beam, would urge me find
By lustrous winging of my mortal gaze
The fadeless sun that flowers in Your face.
So might I, burning godlike through brief days
To vaster vision, be not humbled much
By Your supreme effulgences of touch.
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