Violet mystery,Ringleted gold,Whiteness of whiteness,Wherefore so cold?Silent you sit there--Spirit and mould--Darkening the dreamThat must never be told!
I will defy you down until my deathWith cold body, indrawn breath;Terrible and cruel I will move with youLike a surly tiger. If you knewWhy I am shaken, if fond you could seeAll the caged arrogance in me,You would not lean so boyishly, so bold,To kiss my body, quivering and cold.
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