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You, Helen, who see the stars / As mistletoe berries burning in a black tree, / You surely, seeing I am a bowl of kisses, / Should put your mouth to mine and drink of me.
Helen, you let my kisses steam / Wasteful into the night's black nostrils; drink / Me up I pray; oh you who are Night's Bacchante, / How can you from my bowl of kisses shrink!