That I adore thee, my most gracious queen,
More in my spirit than my body's sense
Of thine, were such incredible pretence
As I would scorn to utter. Thou hast seen
When eyes and lips, responsive to the heart,
Were bent in worship of thy lips and eyes,
Until, O bliss! each pleasure-pulsing part
Hath found its fellow in Love's sweet emprise;
Each answering other in such eager wise
As they would never cease to kiss and cling-
Ah! then meseemed amid the storm of sighs
I heard thy voice exclaiming, 'O my King!
So may my soul be ever true to thine,
As with thy body thou dost worship mine!'
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