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MY LIFE is bitter with thy love thine eyes	A
Blind me thy tresses burn me thy sharp sighs	A
Divide my flesh and spirit with soft sound	B
And my blood strengthens and my veins abound	B
I pray thee sigh not speak not draw not breath	C
Let life burn down and dream it is not death	C
I would the sea had hidden us the fire	D
Wilt thou fear that and fear not my desire	D
Severed the bones that bleach the flesh that cleaves	E
And let our sifted ashes drop like leaves	E
I feel thy blood against my blood my pain	F
Pains thee and lips bruise lips and vein stings vein	F
Let fruit be crushed on fruit let flower on flower	D
Breast kindle breast and either burn one hour	D
Why wilt thou follow lesser loves are thine	G
Too weak to bear these hands and lips of mine	G
I charge thee for my life s sake O too sweet	H
To crush love with thy cruel faultless feet	H
I charge thee keep thy lips from hers or his	I
Sweetest till theirs be sweeter than my kiss	J
Lest I too lure a swallow for a dove	K
Erotion or Erinna to my love	K
I would my love could kill thee I am satiated	H
With seeing thee live and fain would have thee dead	H
I would earth had thy body as fruit to eat	H
And no mouth but some serpent s found thee sweet	H
I would find grievous ways to have thee slain	F
Intense device and superflux of pain	F
Vex thee with amorous agonies and shake	L
Life at thy lips and leave it there to ache	L
Strain out thy soul with pangs too soft to kill	M
Intolerable interludes and infinite ill	M
Relapse and reluctation of the breath	C
Dumb tunes and shuddering semitones of death	C
I am weary of all thy words and soft strange ways	N
Of all love s fiery nights and all his days	N
And all the broken kisses salt as brine	G
That shuddering lips make moist with waterish wine	G
And eyes the bluer for all those hidden hours	O
That pleasure fills with tears and feeds from flowers	O
Fierce at the heart with fire that half comes through	P
But all the flower like white stained round with blue	P
The fervent underlid and that above	K
Lifted with laughter or abashed with love	K
Thine amorous girdle full of thee and fair	Q
And leavings of the lilies in thine hair	Q
Yea all sweet words of thine and all thy ways	N
And all the fruit of nights and flower of days	N
And stinging lips wherein the hot sweet brine	G
That Love was born of burns and foams like wine	G
And eyes insatiable of amorous hours	O
Fervent as fire and delicate as flowers	O
Coloured like night at heart but cloven through	P
Like night with flame dyed round like night with blue	P
Clothed with deep eyelids under and above	K
Yea all thy beauty sickens me with love	K
Thy girdle empty of thee and now not fair	Q
And ruinous lilies in thy languid hair	Q
Ah take no thought for Love s sake shall this be	R
And she who loves thy lover not love thee	R
Sweet soul sweet mouth of all that laughs and lives	S
Mine is she very mine and she forgives	S
For I beheld in sleep the light that is	I
In her high place in Paphos heard the kiss	J
Of body and soul that mix with eager tears	T
And laughter stinging through the eyes and ears	U
Saw Love as burning flame from crown to feet	H
Imperishable upon her storied seat	H
Clear eyelids lifted toward the north and south	V
A mind of many colours and a mouth	V
Of many tunes and kisses and she bowed	H
With all her subtle face laughing aloud	H
Bowed down upon me saying Who doth thee wrong	W
Sappho but thou thy body is the song	W
Thy mouth the music thou art more than I	X
Though my voice die not till the whole world die	X
Though men that hear it madden though love weep	Y
Though nature change though shame be charmed to sleep	Y
Ah wilt thou slay me lest I kiss thee dead	H
Yet the queen laughed from her sweet heart and said	H
Even she that flies shall follow for thy sake	L
And she shall give thee gifts that would not take	L
Shall kiss that would not kiss thee yea kiss me	R
When thou wouldst not when I would not kiss thee	R
Ah more to me than all men as thou art	H
Shall not my songs assuage her at the heart	H
Ah sweet to me as life seems sweet to death	C
Why should her wrath fill thee with fearful breath	C
Nay sweet for is she God alone hath she	R
Made earth and all the centuries of the sea	R
Taught the sun ways to travel woven most fine	G
The moonbeams shed the starbeams forth as wine	G
Bound with her myrtles beaten with her rods	Z
The young men and the maidens and the gods	Z
Have we not lips to love with eyes for tears	T
And summer and flower of women and of years	U
Stars for the foot of morning and for noon	A2
Sunlight and exaltation of the moon	A2
Waters that answer waters fields that wear	Q
Lilies and languor of the Lesbian air	Q
Beyond those flying feet of fluttered doves	B2
Are there not other gods for other loves	B2
Yea though she scourge thee sweetest for my sake	L
Blossom not thorns and flowers not blood should break	L
Ah that my lips were tuneless lips but pressed	H
To the bruised blossom of thy scourged white breast	H
Ah that my mouth for Muses milk were fed	H
On the sweet blood thy sweet small wounds had bled	H
That with my tongue I felt them and could taste	H
The faint flakes from thy bosom to the waist	H
That I could drink thy veins as wine and eat	H
Thy breasts like honey that from face to feet	H
Thy body were abolished and consumed	H
And in my flesh thy very flesh entombed	H
Ah ah thy beauty like a beast it bites	C2
Stings like an adder like an arrow smites	C2
Ah sweet and sweet again and seven times sweet	H
The paces and the pauses of thy feet	H
Ah sweeter than all sleep or summer air	Q
The fallen fillets fragrant from thine hair	Q
Yea though their alien kisses do me wrong	W
Sweeter thy lips than mine with all their song	W
Thy shoulders whiter than a fleece of white	H
And flower sweet fingers good to bruise or bite	H
As honeycomb of the inmost honey cells	C2
With almond shaped and roseleaf coloured shells	C2
And blood like purple blossom at the tips	C2
Quivering and pain made perfect in thy lips	C2
For my sake when I hurt thee O that I	X
Durst crush thee out of life with love and die	X
Die of thy pain and my delight and be	R
Mixed with thy blood and molten into thee	R
Would I not plague thee dying overmuch	R
Would I not hurt thee perfectly not touch	R
Thy pores of sense with torture and make bright	H
Thine eyes with bloodlike tears and grievous light	H
Strike pang from pang as note is struck from note	H
Catch the sob s middle music in thy throat	H
Take thy limbs living and new mould with these	C2
A lyre of many faultless agonies	C2
Feed thee with fever and famine and fine drouth	R
With perfect pangs convulse thy perfect mouth	R
Make thy life shudder in thee and burn afresh	R
And wring thy very spirit through the flesh	R
Cruel but love makes all that love him well	D2
As wise as heaven and crueller than hell	D2
Me hath love made more bitter toward thee	R
Than death toward man but were I made as he	R
Who hath made all things to break them one by one	E2
If my feet trod upon the stars and sun	E2
And souls of men as his have alway trod	H
God knows I might be crueller than God	H
For who shall change with prayers or thanksgivings	C2
The mystery of the cruelty of things	C2
Or say what God above all gods and years	C2
With offering and blood sacrifice of tears	C2
With lamentation from strange lands from graves	C2
Where the snake pastures from scarred mouths of slaves	C2
From prison and from plunging prows of ships	C2
Through flamelike foam of the sea s closing lips	C2
With thwartings of strange signs and wind blown hair	Q
Of comets desolating the dim air	Q
When darkness is made fast with seals and bars	C2
And fierce reluctance of disastrous stars	C2
Eclipse and sound of shaken hills and wings	C2
Darkening and blind inexpiable things	C2
With sorrow of labouring moons and altering light	H
And travail of the planets of the night	H
And weeping of the weary Pleiads seven	E2
Feeds the mute melancholy lust of heaven	E2
Is not his incense bitterness his meat	H
Murder his hidden face and iron feet	H
Hath not man known and felt them on their way	F2
Threaten and trample all things and every day	F2
Hath he not sent us hunger who hath cursed	H
Spir	Q

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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