Yea! she and I have broken God's command,
      And in His sight are branded with our shame.
      And yet I do not even know her name,
   Nor ever in my life have touched her hand
   Or brushed her garments. But I chanced to stand
      Beside her in the throng! A sweet swift flame
      Shot from her flesh to mine---and hers the blame
   Of willing looks that fed it; aye, that fanned
   The glow within me to a hungry fire.
      There was an invitation in her eyes.
      Had she met mine with coldness or surprise
   I had not plunged on headlong in the mire
   Of amorous thought. The flame leaped high and higher;
      Her breath and mine pulsated into sighs,
      And soft glance melted into glance kiss-wise,
   And in God's sight, both yielded to desire.

Poems of sentiment by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago, IL : W. B. Conkey Company, c1906.

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