<h2><SPAN name="page64"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>“HE THAT LOOKETH”</h2>
<p class="poetry">Yea, she and I have broken God’s
command,<br/>
And in His sight are branded with our shame.<br/>
And yet I do not even know her name,<br/>
Nor ever in my life have touched her hand<br/>
Or brushed her garments. But I chanced to stand<br/>
Beside her in the throng! A sweet, swift
flame<br/>
Shot from her flesh to mine—and hers the
blame<br/>
Of willing looks that fed it; aye, that fanned<br/>
The glow within me to a hungry fire.<br/>
There was an invitation in her eyes.<br/>
Had she met mine with coldness or surprise,<br/>
I had not plunged on headlong in the mire<br/>
Of amorous thought. The flame leaped high and higher;<br/>
Her breath and mine pulsated into sighs,<br/>
And soft glance melted into glance kiss-wise,<br/>
And in God’s sight both yielded to desire.</p>
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