John Hall Wheelock - Like Music

Your body’s motion is like music;
Her stride ecstatical and bright
Moves to the rhythm of dumb music,
The unheard music of delight.

The silent splendor of the creation
Speaks through your body’s stately strength,
And the lithe harmony of beauty
Undulates through its lovely length.

And rhythmically your bosom’s arches,
Alternately, with every breath
Lift lifeward in long lines of beauty,
And lapse along the slopes of death.

John Hall Wheelock

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