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I cry your
mercy -pity -love! -aye, love!
Merciful love that
tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering,
guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen -without a
blot!
O! let me have thee whole, -all -all -be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of
love, your kiss, -those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast, -
Yourself -your soul -in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on,
perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of
idle misery,
Life's purposes, -the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!
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