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to A. H. M.
Ah! that dainty love-mouth!
Kiss, kiss, kiss, till the lips are burnt to white
With the kissing lips of passion that clings tight,
Tight, tight, tight, till the blood's red fails for burning
Of love's cruel, sweetest drouth.
Kiss, kiss, kiss, till the lips are burnt to white
With the kissing lips of passion that clings tight,
Tight, tight, tight, till the blood's red fails for burning
Of love's cruel, sweetest drouth.
Eyes!
Deep, deep, deep, through the depth of them sinking
Into nothingness, just drowning in their darkness, unthinking,
Unremorseful, unexclaiming, past last hopes of all reclaiming,
To the dirgeful music of abandoned sighs.
Deep, deep, deep, through the depth of them sinking
Into nothingness, just drowning in their darkness, unthinking,
Unremorseful, unexclaiming, past last hopes of all reclaiming,
To the dirgeful music of abandoned sighs.
But the hair!—the wonder!—
Shaken over brows and cheeks, whose softness gleams thereunder
From the shadowed pallor, where the heart is sighing
O to meet my darling's beauty just once at last replying
To my prayers and pains and passion,
Once at last in love's fashion,
Once at last with love's own passion!
Shaken over brows and cheeks, whose softness gleams thereunder
From the shadowed pallor, where the heart is sighing
O to meet my darling's beauty just once at last replying
To my prayers and pains and passion,
Once at last in love's fashion,
Once at last with love's own passion!
O the lips, the eyes, the wonder
Of that hair that shadows all
With its glory and its dimness and its rippled fall!
Of that hair that shadows all
With its glory and its dimness and its rippled fall!
August 2nd, 1883.
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