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Oh, touch that rosebud! it will bloom-
A passionate red in dim green gloom,
That sleeps in air.
You touched my heart; it gave a thrill
That opens at a lady's will;
You bid it close.
You are all that I have to live for,
All that the whole world holds for me,
You came, and it seemed too mighty
It seemed in its sacred glory
Like a glimpse through the gates of gold,
Like a life in the primal Eden,
Created and formed anewThis charm of a perfect manhood That I realize in you.
God created me a woman
As the heavens over you.
And you are mine till your Maker calls
Your soul and your body, Sweet!
Your breath and the whole of your
From your kingly head to your feet; Your eyes and the light that is in them, Your lips with their maddening wine, Your arms with their passionate clasp, my
Your body and soul are mine!
No power whatsoever,
No will but God's alone,
I know not when, if ever,
And lay you in His arms;
Forever and forever
Beyond the silent sea,
Do you feel sometimes in your dreaming
On your lips in passion impressed?
Do you hold me sometimes in your dreaming
Does my hand with its lingering caresses
Though light as the fall of a rose leaf,
Ah! never again shall I see you,
For our lives lie asunder forever,
More wide than the cruel sea,
I knew it the first of the summer-
Couldn't we talk on the shore,
To bind us, and nothing more?
There was never a word of nonsense
Though we lingered oft in the garden
"A wholly platonic friendship,"
You said I had proved to you, "Could bind a man and a woman The whole long season through,
With never a hint of folly,
Though both are in their youth." What would you have said, my lady, If you had known the truth?
Had I done what my mad heart prompted-
Hidden and hushed so long;
Say, would you have thought it wrong?
But I fought with my heart, and conquered-
You were going away in the morning,
But now, when I sit in the twilight,
For the roses, the dusk, and the dew-
For the moonlit talks-and you.