Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Be Not Attached
4. Behold the Earth
5. The Black Charger

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