I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless 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 atomâs atom or I die, Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall, Forget, in the mist of idle misery, Lifeâs purposes,-the palate of my mind Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!