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Now that I have cooled to you / Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, / Temples soothed by the sun to ruin / That sleep utterly.
Give me hand for the dances, / Ripples at Philae, in and out, / And lips, my Lesbian, / Wall flowers that once were flame.
Your hair is my Carthage / And my arms the bow, / And our words arrows / To shoot the stars / Who from that misty sea / Swarm to destroy us.
But you there beside me -- / Oh how shall I defy you, / Who wound me in the night / With breasts shining / Like Venus and like Mars?
The night that is shouting Jason / When the loud eaves rattle / As with waves above me / Blue at the prow of my desire.