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dialogue between two friends.
That I resist, and triumph too—
Ah! but to hold her in these arms,
And clasp her close;
And by the strong magnetic force
Of love, full-statured and complete,
Draw her to me, as to its source,
The sun, is drawn volcanic heat!
To gaze on those
Wild, mystic, and unfathomed eyes,
The witchery of that changeful mouth,
The blond hair falling angel-wise,
The tender bloom, the glorious youth,
As when, O God!
I was the fond and foolish slave,
Who perished by her cruel scorn,
Whose heart found in her heart its grave,
On whose crushed faith and love upborne
She lightly trod
To reach some other heart less sad,
With more of sunshine, less of cloud.
Some love, I know, and yet are glad;
Some wear its purple, some its shroud:
Ah! but to hold her in these arms,
And clasp her close;
And by the strong magnetic force
Of love, full-statured and complete,
Draw her to me, as to its source,
The sun, is drawn volcanic heat!
To gaze on those
Wild, mystic, and unfathomed eyes,
The witchery of that changeful mouth,
The blond hair falling angel-wise,
The tender bloom, the glorious youth,
As when, O God!
I was the fond and foolish slave,
Who perished by her cruel scorn,
Whose heart found in her heart its grave,
On whose crushed faith and love upborne
She lightly trod
To reach some other heart less sad,
With more of sunshine, less of cloud.
Some love, I know, and yet are glad;
Some wear its purple, some its shroud:
