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come a little further- why be afraid-
here's the earliest star (have you a wish?)
touch me,
before we perish
(believe that not anything which has ever been invented can spoil this or this instant)
kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive-
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;
alone who slightly
always are beyond the reach of death

and the English

-- e.e. cummings