The Siren - Poem by Patience Worth
Never a siren sung
With more desire to tempt than I,
For I am a lurer of men!
I am a temptress! Behold,
I make my songs like loving arms
And scarlet lips, warm of that ecstasy,
Which is the wine of love!
Yea, I sing as a siren
Upon the shore of Eternity- -
Tempting men to forget the day- -
And know Him!
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