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LOVE AND WORSHIP.
I
Give me to clasp thy dainty waist,And lay thy ruddy lips to mine!
I look on thee as one divine,
And all divinity is chaste.
II
Even Venus, not the Cyprian, gaveProof of her virtue in the form
That rose in the Egean storm
Out of the white crest of the wave.
III
But purer thou than Dian evenReturning from the eager chase,
Her panthers gazing in her face,
And sleuth hounds baying towards heaven!
IV
Had'st thou divinity like hers,And scorn of lip and brow and eye,
I might not love, but I would die,
Kneeling among thy worshippers!
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