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Love me to-night! Fold your dear arms around me -- / Hurt me -- I do but glory in your might! / Tho' your fierce strength absorb, engulf, and drown me, / Love me to-night!
The world's wild stress sounds less than our own heart-beat / Its puny nothingness sinks out of sight. / Just you and I and Love alone are left, sweet -- / Love me to-night!
Love me to-night! I care not for to-morrow -- / Look in my eyes, aglow with Love's own light: / Full soon enough will come daylight, and sorrow -- / Love me to-night!
-BEATRICE M. BARRY, in the _Banquet Table_.
We can't to-night! We're overworked and busy; / We've got a lot of paragraphs to write; / Although your invitation drives us dizzy, / We can't to-night!
But, Trixie, we admit we're greatly smit with / The heart you picture -- incandescent, white. / We must confess that you have made a hit with / Us here to-night.
O Beatrice! O Tempora! O Heaven! / List to our lyre the while the strings we smite; / Where shall you be at -- well, say half-past seven / To-morrow night?