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RETURNING, I find her just the same, / At just the same old delicate game.
Still she says: "Nay, loose no flame / To lick me up and do me harm! / Be all yourself! -- for oh, the charm / Of your heart of fire in which I look! / Oh, better there than in any book / Glow and enact the dramas and dreams / I love for ever! -- there it seems / You are lovelier than life itself, till desire / Comes licking through the bars of your lips / And over my face the stray fire slips, / Leaving a burn and an ugly smart / That will have the oil of illusion. Oh, heart / Of fire and beauty, loose no more / Your reptile flames of lust; ah, store / Your passion in the basket of your soul, / Be all yourself, one bonny, burning coal / That stays with steady joy of its own fire.