Glittered enamelled sorceries.
She was a piece of jewel work
Sold by a Christian to a Turk.
She had fed on air that day : the flowers
About her curled, ambrosial bowers
Of some divine perfume : the soul
Of ether made her wise ; control
Of strong distilled delight. She showered
Wit and soft laughter and desire
About her breasts in bliss embowered,
And subtle and devouring fire
Leapt in live sparks about her limbs.
Her spirit shields me, and bedims
My sight: she needs me: I need her.
She is mine: she calls me: sob and stir
Strange pulses of old passionate
Imperial ecstacies of fate.
Destiny ; manhood; fear; delight;
Desire; accomplishment; ere night
Dipped her pale plumes to greet the sun
She was not ; all is past and done.
A dream? I wake from blissful sleep,
But is it real? Well, I keep
An accidental souvenir
Whence thus to chronicle small beer;
There is the garter. Launched our boat,
The stately pinnace once afloat,
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