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‘SOME EMOTIONS AND A MORAL’
Yes, yes, you did: with smirk and smile,
And smooth persuasion, make it plain—
You oily thing of sin and guile—
That all my hair would grow again.
And smooth persuasion, make it plain—
You oily thing of sin and guile—
That all my hair would grow again.
Once Love hid in my golden locks:
He stole behind me where I lay,
And, oh! the recollection shocks,
His kiss met my kiss just half way.
He stole behind me where I lay,
And, oh! the recollection shocks,
His kiss met my kiss just half way.
And, oh! with arms thrown back I made
A frame that his face closely held,
And he a tenderness betrayed
That my poor tresses had compelled.
A frame that his face closely held,
And he a tenderness betrayed
That my poor tresses had compelled.
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Oh, what of bliss surpasses this?
For one sweet hour to know the pain
Of utter love, of kiss on kiss
Descending in a golden rain!
For one sweet hour to know the pain
Of utter love, of kiss on kiss
Descending in a golden rain!
Ah, one such hour, within my power,
A golden shower of kisses fell;
And breast to breast—but, oh! the rest—
I must not, dare not, cannot tell.
A golden shower of kisses fell;
And breast to breast—but, oh! the rest—
I must not, dare not, cannot tell.
And now, ah now, my heart it bleeds—
From dreams to stony truths I pass
To see the tale of Time's misdeeds
Recorded in a hateful glass.
From dreams to stony truths I pass
To see the tale of Time's misdeeds
Recorded in a hateful glass.
O stern surveyor! 'neath thy ban
I trembling to my knees am brought:
My heart is breaking; nothing can
Repair the havoc thou hast wrought.
I trembling to my knees am brought:
My heart is breaking; nothing can
Repair the havoc thou hast wrought.
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