Though I have touched her flesh of moons,
Still she sits gestureless and mute,
Drowning cool pearls in alcohol.
O blameless shyness;— innocence dissolute!
She hazards jet; wears tiger-lilies;—
And bolts herself within a jewelled belt.
Too many palms have grazed her shoulders:
Surely she must have felt.
Ophelia had such eyes; but she
Even, sank in love and choked with flowers.
This burns and is not burnt…. My modern love were
Charred at a stake in younger times than ours.
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