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TO JULIA. |
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The lion's cub | ||
TO JULIA.
Sister of ours, child of the flowers,With the dews of thy Maytime still wet,
Fair Julia, our dear Juliet,
Graced of the days and the hours,
Watched over by all the high Powers,
My best one, my own,
Queen on my throne,
The song I am singing is thine,
O, sister and daughter of mine.
Let thy soft eyes incline
To where in the darkness I pine,
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And not through the cold lips of art.
I kiss thee, my sweet,
Thy hands and thy feet,
Ah—all that is Thee!
Bestow of thy large love a little on me.
The lion's cub | ||