Call me not to a secret place
When daylight dies away
Tempt me not with tine eager face
And words thou shouldst not say
Entice me not with a child of thine
Ah, God, if such might be
For surely a man is half divine
Who adds another link to the line
Whose last link none may see
Call me not to the Lotus lake
Where drooping fuchsias hide
What if my latent youth awakes
And will not be denied?
Ah, tempt me not for I am not strong
(thy mouth is a budded kiss)
My days are empty, my nights are long;
Ah,why is a thing so sweet so wrong
Why is a thing so sweet so wrong
As thy temptation is?
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