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LXXXVII
EXCHANGE OF SEX
In some strange world, ere stars were old,
Or here ere ocean whelm'd a land,
You were a bearded sea-king bold,
I, a white maiden on the strand.
Or here ere ocean whelm'd a land,
You were a bearded sea-king bold,
I, a white maiden on the strand.
Strong arms compell'd her to your bark,
Light borne for all your ring-wrought gear;
You swept the waves from dawn to dark,
While pride was trembling through her fear.
Light borne for all your ring-wrought gear;
You swept the waves from dawn to dark,
While pride was trembling through her fear.
She half remembers in a dream
Grey towers of her sea-eagle's nest;
Sunshine and storm, the gloom, the gleam,
Warmth, might, male gladness on her breast.
Grey towers of her sea-eagle's nest;
Sunshine and storm, the gloom, the gleam,
Warmth, might, male gladness on her breast.
You had your will, and very life
Of yours was then her cherish'd store;
Can you recall when I was wife,
And thoughts of yours grew babes I bore?
Of yours was then her cherish'd store;
Can you recall when I was wife,
And thoughts of yours grew babes I bore?
So now if sweet authority
Touches, though in a different sex,
Your love, and I approve it, why
Should instincts from the prime perplex?
Touches, though in a different sex,
Your love, and I approve it, why
Should instincts from the prime perplex?
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