Rue Barrée
“For let Philosopher and Doctor preachOf what they will and what they will not,—eachIs but one link in an eternal chainThat none can slip nor break nor over-reach.”
“Crimson nor yellow roses norThe savour of the mounting seaAre worth the perfume I adoreThat clings to thee.”
“The languid-headed lilies tire,The changeless waters weary me;I ache with passionate desireOf thine and thee.”
“There are but these things in the world—Thy mouth of fire,Thy breasts, thy hands, thy hair upcurledAnd my desire.”