Ah, love, I dreamed of thee last night
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Of strange lips kissing me
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With subtle penetrating pain
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(I shudder, when I think of this
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A moon veil shrouded thee)
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Thine eyes had in them all the light
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Of the moonlight on the sea
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Thine eyes are beautiful and soft
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As the eye of Seraphim
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Ah, limpid liquid lustrous eyes
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Sad eyes half bright, half dim
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Half without light, half brighter bright
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Than the eyes of Seraphim
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That strange magnetic glance, that gleams
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From those mystic eyes of vair
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That face so brilliantly pale
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And yet withal so fair
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Love-pale and passion-pale, and yet
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So marvellously fair
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That countenance corpse-like refined
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And subtle coloured hair
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Thy slender limbs that seem to burn
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Thy vesture through with fire
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That serpentine electric form
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Half quivering with desire
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Thy movements full of grace divine
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Like the music of the lyre
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(Alas! for who looks on thee
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Feels new and strange desire
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The serpent winds around his heart
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His soul is turned to fire
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As though within his veins there ran
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A current of Hell fire)
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I know, I know that long ago
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The moon with silver feet
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Crept to thy bed, close to thine head
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And kissed thy forehead, sweet
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Giving thy lips strange wine to drink
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And alien flesh to eat
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And apples culled from the Dead Sea
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Which are the serpent's meat
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Fruit from the tree by the Dead Sea
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Whose fruit is death to eat
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The lunatic lover
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Marc Almond |