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SIRENUSA
Caught unawares the moments that enchant!“Civet or bergamot, or holy basil?—
But close your eyes!”...And while the nostrils pant,
With the kaleidoscopic sweets a-dazzle,
“Oh stay, you strive; draw in a deeper breath:
You cannot fail: do not too quick reply!”
And the great lids before me, not in death,
But vivid as one feels the sea, being by,
Are stretched unsentried. Lovely Gorgon mask,
Kind betwixt me and doom! White siren coast,
And all the sirens whelmèd, in their host
Trembling unseen their perilous harps! Secure,
I leave the chafing senses to their task,
And profit of those brows serene and pure.
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