Modern Love XXXII: Full Faith I Have
Full faith I have she holds that rarest giftTo beauty, Common Sense. To see her lieWith her fair visage an inverted skyBloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth(Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would addressThe inner me that thirsts for her no less,And has so long been languishing in drouth,I feel that I am matched; that I am man!One restless corner of my heart or head,That holds a dying something never dead,Still frets, though Nature giveth all she can.It means, that woman is not, I opine,Her sex's antidote. Who seeks the aspFor serpent's bites? 'Twould calm me could I claspShrieking Bacchantes with their souls of wine!
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