<h3 id="First_Love">First Love</h3>
<p>BY the pulse that beats in my throat<br/>
By my heart like a bird<br/>
I know who passed through the dusk<br/>
Though he spoke no word!</p>
<p>I cannot move in my place,<br/>
I am chained and still;<br/>
I pray that the moon pause not<br/>
By my window-sill.</p>
<p>I have hidden my face in my hair<br/>
And my eyes are veiled—<br/>
Not even a star must know<br/>
How my lips have paled—</p>
<p>Was ever a night so quick<br/>
’Neath a moon so round?<br/>
I hear the earth as it turns—<br/>
And my heart’s low sound!</p>
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