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The Choice.

The Vision touched him on the lips and said:

Hereafter thou shalt eat me in thy bread,

Drink me in all thy kisses, feel my hand

Steal ‘twixt thy palm and Joy’s, and see me stand

Watchful at every crossing of the ways,

The insatiate lover of thy nights and days.