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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 125 Il. HER STORY. E did not kiss me with his mouth; his eyes Kissed mine, and mine kissed back; it was not wise, But yet he had the strength to leave me ; so I was so glad he loved enough to go. My arms could never have released his neck ; He saved our honour from a single speck. And so he went away; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love. For scarce two days when sickness took the King, And death tissolved the violence of the ring, I ruled alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh a…
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…f desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognizing me, And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. . And I, I knew not anything, but know We are still silent, and united so, And all o…
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… ; Ten thousand little loves were brought to birth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a little while. No; for one woman did not laugh, too wise, But came so close, and looked within my eyes So deeply that I saw not anything. Only her eyes grew, as a purple ring Shielding the sun, they grew, they uttered lies— They fascinate and cleave to me and cling. And in their uttermost profound I saw The veil of Love’s unalterable law
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…s, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It surely knows how weary are the wise. Even my horse my sorrow understands, Would turn and bear me to those western lands; In love would turn me back ; in love would bring My thirsty lips to the one perfect spring— My iron soul upon my trembling hands Fad its harsh will ; my bitterness was king.