Vox Corporis

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Title:     Vox Corporis
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.

The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the twilight sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Vox Corporis

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