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Chosen
| The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much | | Struggling for an image on the track | | Of the whirling Zodiac. | | Scarce did he my body touch, | | Scarce sank he from the west | | Or found a subterranean rest | | On the maternal
midnight of my breast | | Before I had marked him on his northern way, | | And seemed to stand although
in bed I lay. | | | | | | I struggled with the horror of daybreak, | | I chose it for my lot! If questioned on | | My utmost
pleasure with a man | | By some new-married bride, I take | | That stillness for a theme | | Where his heart my
heart did seem | | And both adrift on the miraculous stream | | Where—wrote a learned astrologer— | | The
Zodiac is changed into a sphere. |
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By PanEris
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