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Turning he raised the latch and passed the door
And stood upon the threshold of her room,
As though he stood upon the farthest shore
Of wonder and awaited there the bloom
Of moonrise on the sea. O, surely here,
Here in this heart of silence he should find
That something sought which now as he came near
Was like moonrise and music in his mind.
Here, surely here, his very flesh should know
Beauty that has no knowledge in the flesh,
And beauty known within that mortal mesh
Should be immortal and true beauty show.
So should his body be his subtle brain
And thought be sense and sense be thought again.
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