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DESOLATION.
With tenderest touch of mystical sweet hands
And fragrant overflow of soft hair-bands
She made me laughing lord of all love's lands.
And fragrant overflow of soft hair-bands
She made me laughing lord of all love's lands.
She raised me upward towards love's eagle height
By tenderest touching of her bosom white
And by her sweet deep brown eyes' laughing light.
By tenderest touching of her bosom white
And by her sweet deep brown eyes' laughing light.
She kissed me on the mouth, a kiss supreme
Of a soft rose far softer than a dream,
And gave me heaven and God in one swift gleam.
Of a soft rose far softer than a dream,
And gave me heaven and God in one swift gleam.
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She left me, mocked me,—and this earth was hell,
With never air to breathe, no flower to smell;
Lo! as she went, God, spear-pierced, tottering, fell.
With never air to breathe, no flower to smell;
Lo! as she went, God, spear-pierced, tottering, fell.
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