There are moments, I suppose When like a well-oiled machine Life runs smoothly in its grooves. But rare the winged peace descends And earthly bodies touched uplift With wonder as the awakened soul Unveils a moment and the gods Are glimpsed, heart responds to heart And all the centuries of doubt Dispelled when love and lover meet.
Poems Undated (1727)
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