Upon her breast her hands and hair <br />Were tangled all together. <br />The moon of June forbade me not — <br />The golden night time weather <br />In balmy sighs commanded me <br />To kiss them like a feather. <br /> <br />Her looming hair, her burning hands, <br />Were tangled black and white. <br />My face I buried there. I pray — <br />So far from her to-night — <br />For grace, to dream I kiss her soul <br />Amid the black and white.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caught-in-a-net/
