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God in Human Dress

God in Human Dress
 
 
The tender brushing of the lips,
No breath to intervene
The pulse-beat of infinity
Marks an eternal scene.
 
How softly steals the light of love
Burning through the eyes
And fragrances unknown before
Seem borne from Paradise.
 
Embrace of an encircling warmth
Ethereal hands caress
Desire has no purchase here
With God in human dress.

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