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A
TIMID blush when we met
Was all that once I saw of you then;
A glance I shall never forget,
And never shall see again.
In
the embers of my soul
You kindled a deathless flame;
I have fallen in sight of the goal
By the dream-bedecked way I came.
In
the realms of high romance,
With the gods of a hated creed,
I have moved in the sensuous dance,
And drunk of the poisonous weed.
Love
arms us with edgèd tools,
With the racks of a torturer's trade,
And laughs at the folly of fools,
And love was the game I played.
I
have fallen in sight of the goal,
And given my heart to the fire.
All that is left of my soul –
Dead ashes of vain desire!
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