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THE CONQUEST OF SENSE
I love to watch your colour go,
Your eyes and mouth's red-jewelled cup
Swoon, and your very heart break up
Beneath my kisses, so.
Your eyes and mouth's red-jewelled cup
Swoon, and your very heart break up
Beneath my kisses, so.
You like a violin give forth
Such music of triumphant flesh
As well might call afresh
The loveless angels back to earth.
Such music of triumphant flesh
As well might call afresh
The loveless angels back to earth.
Your soul, if soul you have, flies hence:
Regret and shame are vain to pierce
Your spirit swooning in the fierce
Hysteria of sense.
Regret and shame are vain to pierce
Your spirit swooning in the fierce
Hysteria of sense.
Though you be but a doll or flower,
You wake to live beneath my kiss,
And I possess your soul in this
Sense-stricken body for an hour!
You wake to live beneath my kiss,
And I possess your soul in this
Sense-stricken body for an hour!
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