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xiv.

I see thee pout. I see thee in disdain

I

I

I

Look out, reluctant, through the falling rain

Of thy long hair. I feel thee close at hand.

I note thy breathing as I loose the band

That binds thy waist, and then to waking life

I backward start! Despair is Sorrow's wife;

And I am Sorrow, and Despair's mine own,

To lure me on to madness or to strife.

xv.

My sex offends thee, or the thought of this;

M

M

M

For I did fright thee when I fleck'd a kiss

With too much heat. I should have bow'd to thee,

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