Sara Teasdale - Vox Corporis lyrics

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Sara Teasdale - Vox Corporis lyrics

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.