‘I cry your mercy, pity, love — ay, love!’
I cry your mercy, pity, love — ay, 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 mirror 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 midst of idle misery,
Life’s purposes — the palate of my mind
Losing its guest, and my ambition blind!