RUE BARRÉE
"For let Philosopher and Doctor preach
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Of what they will and what they will not,—each
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Is but one link in an eternal chain
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That none can slip nor break nor over-reach."
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"Crimson nor yellow roses nor
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The savour of the mounting sea
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Are worth the perfume I adore
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That clings to thee.
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The languid-headed lilies tire,
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The changeless waters weary me;
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I ache with passionate desire
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Of thine and thee.
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There are but these things in the world—
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Thy mouth of fire,
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Thy breasts, thy hands, thy hair upcurled
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And my desire."
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