I cry your mercy — pity — love! — aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, 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!