Girl To A Soldier On Leave Love! You love me — your eyes Have looked through death at mine. You have tempted a grave too much I let you — I repine. I love you - Titan lover, My own storm-days Titan. Greater than the son of Zeus, I know whom I would choose. Titan — my splendid rebel — The old Prometheus Wanes like a ghost before your power — His pangs were joys to yours. Pallid days arid and wan Tied your soul fast. Babel-cities smoky tops Pressed upon your growth Weary gyves. What were you But a word in the brains ways, Or the sleep of Circes swine. One gyve holds you yet. It held you hiddenly on the Somme Tied from my heart at home. O must it loosen now? — I wish You were bound with the old gyves. Love! you love me — your eyes Have looked through death at mine. You have tempted a grave too much. I let you - I repine.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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