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.
Poems Undated (1727)
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