So ceased she: flashing from her challenging eyes
Arch invitations, boldly coy. The air,
Loth to let slip such bliss,
Clung to its echoing whispers, murmurous-wise,
In passionate ecstasy. And yet, howe’er
Each swollen vein of mine with knotted strain
Stood high, content for one celestial kiss
To cheapen Life and Thought, a distant pain
Fettered me with disturbed uncertainty.
Hesitant I glanced away; held of a doubt;