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Les pas. The Steps
THE STEPS
YOUR steps, children of my silence, So slowly, religiously placed, Towards the bed of my vigilance Proceed at a dumb and icy pace.
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Person pure, shadow divine, They are so sweet, your steps untrod! Gods!... all the gifts that I divine Come to me on these naked feet!
If, as your lips come closer still, You prepare to appease me thus, Make the inhabitant of my thoughts Ripe for the nourishment of a kiss,
Do not hasten this tender act, Sweetness of being and non-being, For I have lived to wait for you, And my heart was nothing but your steps.
