THE KISS
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hat smouldering senses in death's sick delayOr seizure of malign vicissitudeCan rob this body of honour, or denudeThis soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?For lo! even now my lady's lips did playWith these my lips such consonant interludeAs laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooedThe half-drawn hungering face with that last lay. I was a child beneath her touch,--a manWhen breast to breast we clung, even I and she,--A spirit when her spirit looked through me,--A god when all our life-breath met to fanOur life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,Fire within fire, desire in deity.* *[sic]
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