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XVIII
[Lean back, and press the pillow deep]
Ainsi, elle viendrait à moi! les yeux bien fous!
Et elle me suivrait avec cet air partout!
Et elle me suivrait avec cet air partout!
TO E. M. G.
Lean back, and press the pillow deep,
Heart's dear demesne, dear Daintiness;
Close your tired eyes, but not to sleep....
How very pale your pallor is!
Heart's dear demesne, dear Daintiness;
Close your tired eyes, but not to sleep....
How very pale your pallor is!
You smile, your cheek's voluptuous line
Melts in your dimple's saucy cave.
Your hairbraids seem a wilful vine,
Scorning to imitate a wave.
Melts in your dimple's saucy cave.
Your hairbraids seem a wilful vine,
Scorning to imitate a wave.
Your voice is tenebrous, as if
An angel mocked a blackbird's pipe.
You are my magic orchard feoff,
Where bud and fruit are always ripe.
An angel mocked a blackbird's pipe.
You are my magic orchard feoff,
Where bud and fruit are always ripe.
O apple garden! all the days
Are fain to crown the darling year.
Ephemeral bells and garland bays,
Shy blade and lusty, bursting ear.
Are fain to crown the darling year.
Ephemeral bells and garland bays,
Shy blade and lusty, bursting ear.
In every kiss I call you mine,
Tell me, my dear, how pure, how brave
Our child will be! what velvet eyne,
What bonny hair our child will have!
Tell me, my dear, how pure, how brave
Our child will be! what velvet eyne,
What bonny hair our child will have!
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