pygmalion.
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With small, white feet, spray-dripping from the sea;—
Of crested Dian, when her nightly kiss
Pressed down the eyelids of Endymion,—
Her silvery presence making all the air
Of dewy Latmos tremulous with love.
Of crested Dian, when her nightly kiss
Pressed down the eyelids of Endymion,—
Her silvery presence making all the air
Of dewy Latmos tremulous with love.
"And now (deem not thy suppliant impious.
Our being's source, thou Father of all life),
A wild, o'ermastering passion fires my soul,—
I madly love the work my hand hath wrought.
Intoxicate I gaze through all the day,
And mocking visions haunt my couch at night;
My heart is faint and sick with longings vain,
A burning thirst is parching up my life.
Our being's source, thou Father of all life),
A wild, o'ermastering passion fires my soul,—
I madly love the work my hand hath wrought.
Intoxicate I gaze through all the day,
And mocking visions haunt my couch at night;
My heart is faint and sick with longings vain,
A burning thirst is parching up my life.
"I call upon her, and she answers not!
The fond love-names I breathe into her ear
Are met with maddening silence! When I clasp
Those slender fingers in my fevered hand,
Their coldness chills me like the touch of death!
And while my heart's wild beatings shake my frame,
And pain my breast with love's sweet agony,
No faintest throb that shining bosom stirs.
The fond love-names I breathe into her ear
Are met with maddening silence! When I clasp
Those slender fingers in my fevered hand,
Their coldness chills me like the touch of death!
And while my heart's wild beatings shake my frame,
And pain my breast with love's sweet agony,
No faintest throb that shining bosom stirs.
