<h2><SPAN name="page153"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>WHAT HAPPENS?</h2>
<p class="poetry">When thy hand touches mine, through all the
mesh<br/>
Of intricate and interlacèd veins<br/>
Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains:<br/>
Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh.</p>
<p class="poetry">When in thine eager eyes I look to find<br/>
A comrade to my thought, thy ready brain<br/>
Delves down and makes its inmost meaning plain:<br/>
Mind answers unto mind.</p>
<p class="poetry">When hands and eyes are hid by seas that
roll<br/>
Wide wastes between us, still so near thou art<br/>
I count the very pulses of thy heart:<br/>
Soul speaketh unto soul.</p>
<p class="poetry">So every law, or human or divine,<br/>
In heart and brain and spirit makes thee mine.</p>
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