WHAT though the neutral sea sever us twain? In the still night your soul in mine I take; Your eyes, hilarious with passion, wake, And love`s delirium is mine again, When all your body`s warmth swirled in my brain — Your face uplifted like a pallid lake Where in my eager lips their thirst could slake, With deep-sighed, langourous kisses, keener than pain. Then suddenly through passion`s rosy mists A shudder trickled, like a stream of blood: In a grim pause we felt and understood. The everlasting war that was our fate — The pitiless struggle and primeval hate Of old implacable antagonists.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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