Through walls of glass. ‘I’ve won, for he is mine,’ She cried, clothes torn away and naked, as she Leaped to follow him, her arms about him fast, Where, though he tried to shake her off, she clung, Fastening his lips to hers, stroking his breast, Surrounding him with arms, legs, lips, and hands As though she were a snake caught by an eagle, Who leaping from his claws wound her tall body Around his head, and lashed his wings with her Long tail, as though she were quick ivy tossing Her vines round the thick body of a tree, Or as the cuttlefish at deep sea’s bottom Captures its enemy—so she held
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