I cry your mercy - pity - love! - ay, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guiltless love,
Unmasked, and being seen - without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole, - all - all - be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, - those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast, -
Yourself - your soul- in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in minds of idle misery,
Life's purposes, - the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!