Wherein perception sees what reason blurs:
She was not his, but he was only hers.
(4)
O hide your eyes,
O turn your head away;
Are you so wise, so wise,
To watch unchanged this chemistry of clay?
It is not we,
It is another two;
Hide that you may not see
What flushed unlovely things their bodies do.
O think no grace
That I am glad of this:
I do not know your face,
It is not you but my own flesh I kiss.
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