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She---wearing just sheer stockings; with a book of verse
in hand---can make the worldly work-week's cares disperse.
When she pronounces, in soft syllables, a rhyme,
all space ceases expansion; and halted is time.
Though customers and costumed curs vent their frustration
through the whole day and on toward their endless damnation,
their last effect is made considerably less than slight
as her shy, sheer-sheathed footsteps constellate the night;
and tracing, on her lover's flesh, sole ecstasy,
two souls are elevated into poetry.

Starward

[jlc]