Dissolution

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Dissolution

I languish in thy penetrating clasp,

Just as a bird entangled on a bough

Shaken by the wind;

Yet here would I be happy in the grasp

Of death; but in thy breast I’m hidden now,

And death is blind.

I melt beneath thy storm of kisses, dear,

Just as the gum upon the almond tree

Of melting when alone and far from thee:

Melts ’neath the rain;

Yet would I melt to-night than live in fear

O, storm again!