She wanted to keep him close by her desires.
She wanted to behold him by bodily fires.
She wanted to run fingers across his hairs,
Day and night, in play and in fight, till last night.
She cooked heaven and served him her heart.

Alas!
He fled away.
His books by his side, and a question in mind.
In the mountains, he often looks for her kind!

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