Fragment: "Igniculus Desiderii"
To thirst and find no fill--to wail and wanderWith short unsteady steps--to pause and ponder--To feel the blood run through the veins and tingleWhere busy thought and blind sensation mingle;To nurse the image of unfelt caressesTill dim imagination just possessesThe half-created shadow, then all the nightSick...
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