Yea, She And I Have Broken God'S Command, And In His Sight Are Branded With Our Shame. And Yet I Do Not Even Know Her Name, Nor Ever In My Life Have Touched Her Hand Or Brushed Her Garments. But I Chanced To Stand Beside Her In The Throng! A Sweet, Swift Flame Shot From Her Flesh To Mine -And Hers The Blame Of Willing Looks That Fed It; Aye, That Fanned The Glow Within Me To A Hungry Fire. There Was An Invitation In Her Eyes. Had She Met Mine With Coldness Or Surprise, I Had Not Plunged On Headlong In The Mire Of Amorous Thought. The Flame Leaped High And Higher; Her Breath And Mine Pulsated Into Sighs, And Soft Glance Melted Into Glance Kiss-Wise, And In God'S Sight Both Yielded To Desire.