“TO tremble, when I touch her hands,
With awe that no man understands;
To feel soft reverence arise
When, lover-sweet, I meet her eyes;
To see her beauty grow and shine
When most I feel this awe divine,-
Whate’er befall me, this is mine;
And where about the room she moves,
My spirit follows her, and loves.
(George Edward Woodberry)”
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