The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan In Two Volumes. With a Portrait |
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IV. Fire and Water; or, a Voice of the Flesh.
‘Two white arms, a moss pillow,
A curtain o' green;
Come love me, love me,
Come clasp me unseen!’
A curtain o' green;
Come love me, love me,
Come clasp me unseen!’
As red as a rose is,
I saw her arise,
Fresh waked from reposes,
With wild dreamy eyes.
I saw her arise,
Fresh waked from reposes,
With wild dreamy eyes.
I sprang to her, clasp'd her
I trembled, I prest,
I drank her warm kisses,
I kiss'd her white breast.
I trembled, I prest,
I drank her warm kisses,
I kiss'd her white breast.
With a ripple of laughter,
A dazzle of spray,
She melted, she melted,
And glimmer'd away!
A dazzle of spray,
She melted, she melted,
And glimmer'd away!
Down my breast runs the water,
In my heart burns the fire,
My face is like crimson
With shame and desire!
In my heart burns the fire,
My face is like crimson
With shame and desire!
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