I CRY your mercy--pity--love!--aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmask'd, and being seen--without a blot! O! let me have thee whole,--all--all--be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss,--those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,-- Yourself--your soul--in pity give me all, Withhold no atom's atom or I die, Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall, Forget, in the mist of idle misery, Life's purposes,--the palate of my mind Losing its gust, and my ambition blind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SHE IS SO PRETTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |