Thy flesh I craved, thy face!—
Love shrinks at this—
Now on thy lips to place
One farewell kiss!—
5
Weep not, but die!—'tis given—
And so—farewell!—
Die!—that which makes death heaven,
Makes life a hell.
TWO LIVES.
1
"There is no God," one said,
And love is lust;
When I am dead I'm dead,
And all is dust.
"Be merry while you can
Before you're gray;
With some wild courtesan
Drink care away."
2