A petal drifted loose <br /> From a great magnolia bloom, <br /> Your face hung in the gloom, <br /> Floating, white and close. <br /> <br /> We seemed alone: but another <br /> Bent o'er you with lips of flame, <br /> Unknown, without a name, <br /> Hated, and yet my brother. <br /> <br /> Your one short moan of pain <br /> Was an exorcising spell: <br /> The devil flew back to hell; <br /> We were alone again.<br /><br />Aldous Huxley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-alien-4/
