Back from my lips, back from my breast!
I hold you as I always will,
You unprofaned and uncaressed,
Silent, majestical, and still.
Back! for I love you. Even yet
Do you not see my deepest fire
Burn through the veils and coverings set
By fatuous phantoms of desire?
Back! O I love you evermore.
But, be our bed the bridal sky !
I love you, love you. Hither, shore
Of far unstained eternity !
There we will rest. Beware! Beware!
For I am young, and you are fair.
Nay! Iam old in this, you know!
Ah! heart of God! I love you so!
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