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LOVE I HAD BANISHED.
Love I had banished away for a day,
Banished a thorn to the thorns of Scorn,
Passing, behold how he lay like a ray,
Lay like the creamiest cluster of may,
Clad on with myrrh and with morn!
Banished a thorn to the thorns of Scorn,
Passing, behold how he lay like a ray,
Lay like the creamiest cluster of may,
Clad on with myrrh and with morn!
Stricken of bitterness fleet were my feet,
Fleet to the side which my heart had denied;
Fain for his laughter, a seat at his sweet
Side, and hard kisses to heal him and heat
The ice of his wounded pride.
Fleet to the side which my heart had denied;
Fain for his laughter, a seat at his sweet
Side, and hard kisses to heal him and heat
The ice of his wounded pride.
Holding him there, with the night lying light
As plumes that are stirred of a sleeping bird;
Crushing him close to me, slight beat the white
Rose of his members, like rain that is bright
'Neath the sun riding kingly and spurred.
As plumes that are stirred of a sleeping bird;
Crushing him close to me, slight beat the white
Rose of his members, like rain that is bright
'Neath the sun riding kingly and spurred.
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Kissing him there in the glow and the blow,
Glow of the blue and blow of the dew,
Leaned to him, happy and slow as the flow
Of stars that thirst trembling through darkness, leaned low,
Blush was his cheeks' hale hue.
Glow of the blue and blow of the dew,
Leaned to him, happy and slow as the flow
Of stars that thirst trembling through darkness, leaned low,
Blush was his cheeks' hale hue.
Blossoming limbs that breathed rare, and as bare
As beauty who dreams in the gray moonbeams;
Glamorous gold fell his hair that was fair
Lit of his eyes, starring lustrous the lair
Of curls that were shadowy gleams.
As beauty who dreams in the gray moonbeams;
Glamorous gold fell his hair that was fair
Lit of his eyes, starring lustrous the lair
Of curls that were shadowy gleams.
Love, I had taken for mate, as the late
Hours crept slow through the shy night's glow,
Stole from me leaving a weight as of fate,
Fate and all scorn, and the harshness of hate,
Hard on my slumbering woe.
Hours crept slow through the shy night's glow,
Stole from me leaving a weight as of fate,
Fate and all scorn, and the harshness of hate,
Hard on my slumbering woe.
Love, I had held to my breast and caressed,
Hiding him deep in the eyes of sleep,
Waking had flown from the nest he had pressed,
Pressed with his fondling limbs, and the rest—
Remembrance that only can weep.
Hiding him deep in the eyes of sleep,
Waking had flown from the nest he had pressed,
Pressed with his fondling limbs, and the rest—
Remembrance that only can weep.
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