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O, powerful pain! The wild caress of death!
How burning hot he makes his love to us
That we may yield and soften in his arms
That life's defiance may be crushed in us!

O man! His breath has fanned you to a flame
His wild, fantastic breath upon your brow,
And in his arms you stammer in your shame
And giddy agony: "Yes! Take me now!"

I trust the hand that strokes my eager flesh,
I die when on my limbs I feel your breath!
But hold me not, my love, do not enmesh
My great and burning love, O royal death!

O man! When, all obedient and numb,
He left your body, and your word believed,
And waits with open arms for you to come
Was ever any lover so deceived?