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My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,

And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;

And the salmon behold, and the ousel too,

My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear,

The calling afar of the doe and the deer.

And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear,

And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood;

And death, oh my fair one, will never come near

In the bosom afar of the fragrant wood.



W B Yeats (1865-1939)

Lying asleep between the strokes of night

I saw my love lean over my sad bed,

Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,

Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,

Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,

But perfect-coloured without white or red.

And her lips opened amorously, and said -

I wist not what, saving one word - Delight.









And all her face was honey to my mouth,

And all her body pasture to mine eyes;

The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire

The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,

The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs

And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.



Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909

I'll think of thee, mine own, dear one

As morn's first blushing ray

Diffuses light o'er the dim earth---

Turns darkness into day

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I'll think of thee at eve, my love,

When moon and star appear---

When in the horizon of my hope

All, all is bright and clear.



--Mary Weston Ford--

To whisper soft and quivering your name,

And drink the passion burning in your frame;



To lie at full length, taut,with cheek to cheek,

And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak



--Claude McKay--

There will I make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.



A belt of straw and ivy buds

With coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me and be my Love.

--Marlowe--

When the moon is on the wave,

And the glow-worm in the grass,

And the meteor on the grave,

And the wisp on the morass;

When the falling stars are shooting,

And the answer'd owls are hooting,

And the silent leaves are still

In the shadow of the hill,

Shall my soul be upon thine,

With a power and with a sign.

~Byron

You are my Shadow,you bring the pain:

"You are my Pleasure, Pulsing through my Veins.

Blood to blood, Life to life, My breath is you,

The taste of Night." ~ Shakespeare