In Extremis

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Title:     In Extremis
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

Nay, touch me not, nor even with your eyes
Hold mine, for I would speak you, thus afar,
Aloof and chill and lonely as a star.
The hands that urge, the hungry heart that cries,
Have wrapped my love with love's elusive lies;
The lips that burn have laid a ruddy scar
Against the truth that stands without the bar,
And blinded faith with passion's mysteries.

Night holds a single moon, day one desire--
Her golden sun; and life a love supreme,
Wherein one moment poises, crowned with fire,
White with the naked truth. Beyond control,
'Tis here, my Sun, in love's last hour extreme,
I hold aloft my bare, adoring soul.

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: In Extremis

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