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WHIMPER OF AWAKENING PASSION.
Your hands were a tent for mine eyes,
As low in your lap I was lain;
And I thought as I gazed at my skies,
I will never know other again.
As low in your lap I was lain;
And I thought as I gazed at my skies,
I will never know other again.
You sang, and your voice through me waved
Such rapture, I heard myself say,
“Oh here is the heaven I have craved,
Never hence will I wander astray.”
Such rapture, I heard myself say,
“Oh here is the heaven I have craved,
Never hence will I wander astray.”
As I lay in your lap, your limbs gave
Such beautiful smooth rest to me,
I told you that thus to be slave,
I would never consent to be free.
Such beautiful smooth rest to me,
I told you that thus to be slave,
I would never consent to be free.
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But now mine eyes under their tent,
Think such distance from yours, love! is wrong;
And my mouth wants your mouth to be sent
Down to him, all undrest, love! of song.
Think such distance from yours, love! is wrong;
And my mouth wants your mouth to be sent
Down to him, all undrest, love! of song.
Oh, I fear, if your beautiful limbs
Still to have me their slave, feel inclined;
You must either prevent all these whims,
Or a way, love! to humour them, find.
Still to have me their slave, feel inclined;
You must either prevent all these whims,
Or a way, love! to humour them, find.
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