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SWEETER.
Lilies are sweet, but sweeter is thy breast
Whereon our tired hearts fall and therein rest,
O lady;
Its calm is than the utmost calm more blest
Of valleys shady!
Whereon our tired hearts fall and therein rest,
O lady;
Its calm is than the utmost calm more blest
Of valleys shady!
The rose is sweet, but sweeter is thy mouth
Than all the roses gladdening all the south
With fragrant splendour;
Where thou art, ne'er for e'er is passion's drouth
O woman tender!
Than all the roses gladdening all the south
With fragrant splendour;
Where thou art, ne'er for e'er is passion's drouth
O woman tender!
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May-bloom is white, but whiter are thine hands
Than all May-blossoms smiling in spring-lands,
O spotless woman:
Where thou art, every gentle flower expands
Of sweet love human!
Than all May-blossoms smiling in spring-lands,
O spotless woman:
Where thou art, every gentle flower expands
Of sweet love human!
The night is sweet, but sweeter sweeter far
In thy soft arms the dreams imprisoned are;
Far sweeter, sweeter:
Thy swift glance thrills the darkness like a star,
A sudden meteor!
In thy soft arms the dreams imprisoned are;
Far sweeter, sweeter:
Thy swift glance thrills the darkness like a star,
A sudden meteor!
Dreaming in June beside a river-shore
Is sweet, but oh with thee through dreams to soar
To love's low measure
Is sweeter, sweeter, exquisite far more,—
A nobler pleasure!
Is sweet, but oh with thee through dreams to soar
To love's low measure
Is sweeter, sweeter, exquisite far more,—
A nobler pleasure!
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The sweet wind's kissing mouth is dear delight,
But oh thy sacred kiss that crowns the night,
Than breeze more pleasant:
And oh thy body than all flowers more white,
Joy omnipresent!
But oh thy sacred kiss that crowns the night,
Than breeze more pleasant:
And oh thy body than all flowers more white,
Joy omnipresent!
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