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I am the soul of desire,
The pleasure, the passion, the prayer;
O, when shall my love for thee tire?
Beloved, thou art fearfully fair
And I am the soul of desire!
The pleasure, the passion, the prayer;
O, when shall my love for thee tire?
Beloved, thou art fearfully fair
And I am the soul of desire!
I am the soul of desire,
I call with the tones of the sea,
With the infinite yearn of the sea.
I am thrilled with my love as a lyre
Is thrilled with the songs that transpire
For love, and I thirst as a fire
For thee!
For thy indolent hands and thy hair—
O beloved! thou art fearfully fair
And I am the soul of desire!
I call with the tones of the sea,
With the infinite yearn of the sea.
I am thrilled with my love as a lyre
Is thrilled with the songs that transpire
For love, and I thirst as a fire
For thee!
For thy indolent hands and thy hair—
O beloved! thou art fearfully fair
And I am the soul of desire!
I am the soul of desire,
O where shall I find thee?
My love shall consume thee entire,
My passion shall bind thee!
For a day and a night and a morrow,
Thy body and soul shall be mine
Till the laughter of love and the sorrow
Are shed thro' thy senses like wine.
Where thy bosom is bare
My love shall suspire;
Thou art fair, O beloved, thou art fearfully fair!
And I am the soul of desire!
O where shall I find thee?
My love shall consume thee entire,
My passion shall bind thee!
For a day and a night and a morrow,
Thy body and soul shall be mine
Till the laughter of love and the sorrow
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Where thy bosom is bare
My love shall suspire;
Thou art fair, O beloved, thou art fearfully fair!
And I am the soul of desire!
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