Alfred Lord Tennyson - Fatima

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O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light Lo, falling from my constant mind Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind I whirl like leaves in roaring wind Last night I wasted hateful hours Below the city's eastern towers: I thirsted for the brooks, the showers: I roll'd among the tender flowers: I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth; I look'd athwart the burning drouth Of that long desert to the south Last night, when some one spoke his name From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew Before he mounts the hill, I know He cometh quickly: from below Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow Before him, striking on my brow In my dry brain my spirit soon Down-deepening from swoon to swoon Faints like a daled morning moon The wind sounds like a silver wire And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight Bursts into blossom in his sight My whole soul waiting silently All naked in a sultry sky Droops blinded with his shining eye: I will possess him or will die I will grow round him in his place Grow, live, die looking on his face Die, dying clasp'd in his embrace
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- Alfred, Lord Tennyson