I

I

I saw my tyrant, and I felt the beat

Of my quick pulse. I knew thee for a queen

And bow'd submissive; and the smile serene

Of thy sweet face reveal'd the soul of thee.

For I was wounded as a man may be

Whom Eros tricks with words he will not prove;

And all my peace of mind went out from me.

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Oh, why didst cheer me with the thought of bliss,

O

O

O

And wouldst not pay me back my luckless kiss?

I sought thy side. I gave thee of my store

One wild salute. A flame was at the core

Of that first kiss; and on my mouth I feel

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