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Excerpt from Anactoria: And Other Lyrical Poems
Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs Divide my ?esh and Spirit with soft sound, And my blood strengthens, and my veins abound. I pray thee sigh not, speak not, draw not breath; Let life burn down, and dream it is not death. I would the sea had hidden us, the fire (wilt thou fear that, and fear not my desire?) Severed the bones that bleach, the ?esh that cleaves, And let our sifted ashes drop like leaves. I feel thy blood against my blood my pain Pains thee, and lips bruise lips, and vein stings vein. Let fruit be crushed on fruit, let ?ower on ?ower, Breast kindle breast, and either burn one hour. Why wilt thou follow lesser loves? Are thine Too weak to bear these hands and lips of mine? I charge thee for my life's sake, 0 too sweet To crush love with thy cruel faultless feet, I charge thee keep thy lips from hers or his, Sweetest, till theirs be sweeter than my kiss Lest I too lure, a swallow for a dove, Erotion or Erinna to my love. I would my love could kill thee; I am satiated With seeing thee live, and fain would have thee dead.
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