"Exile", by Harold Hart Crane
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My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',
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"Exile", by Harold Hart Crane

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My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --

No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',

And with the day, distance again expands

Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.

Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.

A dove's wings clung about my heart each night

With surging gentleness, and the blue stone

Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.

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