Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,
What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!
carry pure death in an earring, a casket,
A signet, a fan-mount, a filligree-basket!
Soon, at the Kings a mere lozenge to give
And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to
But to light a pastille, and Elise, with her head
And her breast and her arms and her hands, should
Quickis it finished? The colours too grim!
Why not soft like the phials, enticing and dim?
it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,
And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!
What a drop! Shes not little, no minion like me
Thats why she ensnared him: this never will
The soul from those masculine eyes,say, no!
To that pulses magnificent come-and-go.
For only last night, as they whispered, I brought
My own eyes to bear on her so, that I thought
I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fall,
Shrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!
Not that I bid you spare her the pain!
Let death be felt and the proof remain;
Brand, burn up,
bite into its grace
He is sure to remember her dying face!
Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it
The delicate droplet, my whole fortunes fee
If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?
Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if
But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings
Ere I know itnext moment I dance at the Kings!
THEREs a woman like a dewdrop, shes so purer than
And her noble hearts the
noblest, yes, and her sure faiths
And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth
Hid i the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-
Gush in golden-tinted
plenty down her necks rose-misted
Then her voices music... call it the wells bubbling, the
And this woman says, My days were sunless and my nights
Parchd the pleasant
April herbage, and the larks hearts out-
If you loved me not! And I who (ah, for words of
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate palpably before her
I may enter at her portal
soon, as now her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make her mine, as hers she
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