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I think if you had loved me when I wanted;
If I`d looked up one day, and seen your eyes,
And found my wild sick blasphemous prayer granted,
And your brown face, that`s full of pity and wise,
Flushed suddenly; the white godhead in new fear
Intolerably so struggling, and so shamed;
Most holy and far, if you`d come all too near,
If earth had seen Earth`s lordliest wild limbs tamed,
Shaken, and trapped, and shivering, for MY touch —
Myself should I have slain? or that foul you?
But this the strange gods, who had given so much,
To have seen and known you, this they might not do.
One last shame`s spared me, one black word`s unspoken;
And I`m alone; and you have not awoken.
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