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Words, loving words, since kisses can not be!
Words, passionate words that echo past delight!
O Love! whose sun is absent, give to me
Some starry memories to cheat my night!
Words, passionate words that echo past delight!
O Love! whose sun is absent, give to me
Some starry memories to cheat my night!
Words, loving words! repeat that thou art mine!
Words, burning words! to warm my heart so cold,
Iced in this polar distance, where I pine
For summer and its splendours manifold.
Words, burning words! to warm my heart so cold,
Iced in this polar distance, where I pine
For summer and its splendours manifold.
Words, fiery words! a pentecost of flame:
Words, tonguéd fire! to comfort my despair:
Crowning my brow with every passion'd name,—
Electric sparks from Phoibos' golden hair.
Words, tonguéd fire! to comfort my despair:
Crowning my brow with every passion'd name,—
Electric sparks from Phoibos' golden hair.
Words, star-like words! each word a globe of fire!
My Sun-god hath departed: life is dim.
Words! words! a heaven of stars!—O fond Desire!
The starriest night is darkness, wanting Him.
My Sun-god hath departed: life is dim.
Words! words! a heaven of stars!—O fond Desire!
The starriest night is darkness, wanting Him.
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