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What is the love of shadowy lips / That know not what they seek or press, / From whom the lure for ever slips / And fails their phantom tenderness?
The mystery and light of eyes / That near to mine grow dim and cold; / They move afar in ancient skies / Mid flame and mystic darkness rolled.
O, beauty, as thy heart o'erflows / In tender yielding unto me, / A vast desire awakes and grows / Unto forgetfulness of thee.