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To Nellie
I ask thee for a kiss no more,
As once I asked (and not in vain);
For now thy spirit I adore,
To wed thy spirit I am fain.
As once I asked (and not in vain);
For now thy spirit I adore,
To wed thy spirit I am fain.
Thy face is fair, thine eyes are fond,
Thy form was cast in beauty's mould;
But far beneath, or far beyond,
Dwells she, whom I would fain enfold!
Thy form was cast in beauty's mould;
But far beneath, or far beyond,
Dwells she, whom I would fain enfold!
She tends a shrine of vestal fire,
A fount of virgin fancy sips;
Immured from intimate desire,
She hides her heart and locks her lips.
A fount of virgin fancy sips;
Immured from intimate desire,
She hides her heart and locks her lips.
Mock me no more, but let us wed!
Come forth, come forth, secluded bride!
No other way, when we are dead,
Shall we rejoice that we have died.
Come forth, come forth, secluded bride!
No other way, when we are dead,
Shall we rejoice that we have died.
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