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How many words in the asking!

How easily I can grieve you! —

My "no" in a "yes" was a-masking,

Nor thought, dear, to deceive you. —

A kiss? – the humming-bird happiness here

In my heart consents… But what are words,

When the thought of two souls in speech accords?

Affirmative, negative – what are they, dear?

I wished to say "yes," but somehow said "no."

The woman within me thought you would know

Thought that your heart would hear.

So many hopes in a wooing! —

Therein you could not deceive me;

Some things are sweeter for the pursuing —

I knew what you meant, believe me. —

Bunched bells of the blush pomegranate, to fix

At your throat … six drops of fire they are…

Will you look where the moon and its following star

Rise silvery over yon meadow ricks?

While I hold – while I lean your head back, so —

For I know it is "yes" though you whisper "no,"

And my kisses, sweet, are six.