I CRY YOUR MERCY-PITY-LOVE! -AYE, LOVE
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love
Merciful love that tantalises not,
One-thoughted, never wand'ring, guileless love,
Unmask'd, and being seen-without a blot!
O, let me have thee whole,-all,-all-be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,-
Yourself-your soul-in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or i die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life's purposes,-the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind.