To Fanny

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To Fanny

I cry your mercy⁠—pity⁠—love⁠—aye, love!

Merciful love that tantalizes not,

One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,

Unmask’d, 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 atom’s atom, or I die,

Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,

Forget, in the mist of idle misery,

Life’s purposes⁠—the palate of my mind

Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!