To Olivia
Francis Thompson
1859 to 1907
Track 1
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Love's the ambassador of loss;
It would fear thee not at all,
Because thy arrows, not yet dire,
Full-panoplied in womanhood.
I fear thee more than hadst thou stood
Are still unbarbed with destined fire,
To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow
Has grown timorous and wild.
Love me not, delightful child.
My heart, by many snares beguiled,
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
White flake of childhood, clinging so
Wert thou not so harmless-small.
At tenderest touch will shrink and go.
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