Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

What Happens?

When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh
    Of intricate and interlacèd veins
    Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains:
Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh.

When in thine eager eyes I look to find
    A comrade to my thought, thy ready brain
    Delves down and makes its inmost meaning plain:
Mind answers unto mind.

When hands and eyes are hid by seas that roll
    Wide wastes between us, still so near thou art
    I count the very pulses of thy heart:
Soul speaketh unto soul.

So every law, or human or divine,
In heart and brain and spirit makes thee mine. 

1. Our Lives
2. Come Near
3. In England
4. After?
5. At Set of Sun

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