My womb reverberates the solar strains,
The lyre vibrating in me: sharp and splendid
My face glows, gladdens; nuptial ecstasy
Is all the guerdon and the spoil of me!
I am: the universe grown old must bear
A scion ere it sink to dzedal slumber.
Thou art my strength, and I am only fair.
Our kisses are as stars; our loves encumber
With multitude the fields of space, and where
Our kisses tune the worlds, their lives outnumber
The moments of eternity : apart
I am for ever: and, in me, thou art !
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