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erably, and count it as sheer naught; With his All-might could bind not you and me. For tho He pressed us heart to burning heart And set then to the passion that enthralls His sanction, still our souls stood e'er apart, As aliens beating fierce against the walls Of dark unsympathy that would upstart. Stood aliens, aye! and would tho we should meet, Beyond the oblivion of unnumbered births, Upon some world where Time cannot repeat The feeblest syllable that once was earth's. LOVE IN EXTREMIS I care not what they say who hold We should speak but of life and joy; I have met death in one I love, Death lusting to destroy. And I have fought him vein by vein, Loosened his cold and creeping clutch, Driven him from her--twice and thrice-- With might too much. Yet with too little! for I know That she at last will lie there still. Then all my fire of love shall fail To thaw that chill; For it will freeze light from her eyes, Pulse from her breast and from her soul Me, whom no opiate of peace Can e'er console. None: ... till I follow her, in time, And find her, though all Dust deny! With that to be I'll front the day, And fronting die. OVER THE DREGS If I had died last year when Death And I were at finger-tips, till Life Slipping between blew her warm breath Into my heart again and veins, And opened my eyes and nulled my pains-- If I had died where would you be? You so passionate, yet quick To escape from passion's mastery, When clasping and kiss and touch are gone, And days and space are between us drawn? Where would you be? My arms you chose-- Arms too ready to seize and sin-- And kept no burning forbiddance in those Still eyes of yours, or else, I think ... No! I unsay it! No!... So drink. Drink! the last glass! And then ... "My thought?" It is that when we've reached the last Of pleasure we are like two who've fought, Who have no common love but love Of fighting--so does our passion prove! For it is only passion--such! Tho clasping and kiss and touch were love, A little--and sometimes, maybe, much, When soul and heaven looked far away, And flesh seemed only flesh--and clay. But, it is ended! So, drink!... How You've ruined me, as I have you! All that you might have been! and--now! All that I was, until ... 'Tis clear I should have died in S
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