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Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink / Muse on me -- , drifting out upon thy dreams, / I lave my soul as in enchanted streams / Where revelling satyrs pipe along the brink, / And tipsy with the melody they drink, / Uplift their dangling hooves, and down the beams / Of sunshine dance like motes. Thy languor seems / An ocean-depth of love wherein I sink / Like some fond Argonaut, right willingly -- , / Because of wooing eyes upturned to mine, / And siren-arms that coil their sorcery / About my neck, with kisses so divine, / The heavens reel above me, and the sea / Swallows and licks its wet lips over me.