Upon her breast her hands and hair
Were tangled all together.
The moon of June forbade me not
The golden night time weather
In balmy sighs commanded me
To kiss them like a feather.
Her looming hair, her burning hands,
Were tangled black and white.
My face I buried there. I pray
So far from her to-night
For grace, to dream I kiss her soul
Amid the black and white.
