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 "I have indeed some power. A lure lies Within my tender lips—-behind my eyes— Concealed in all my way; And while I seem entreating, I compel, Yea, while I do but plead, I use a spell— Ah secretly—but surely. Who are they  That ever turn away?

"Now, thou hast barely seen bright glittering The gilded cup of pleasures that I swung Before thy reeling gaze,— The deep beginnings of sweet drunkenness Are in thy heart already, more or less, And on thy soul deliciously there preys  A thirst no joy allays.

"Dost thou not feel, each time my long hair sweeps The glowing floor, how through thy being creeps A vague yet sweet desire?— How writhes in every sense a tiny snake Of pleasure biting till it seems to wake A fever of sharp lusts that never tire,  Unquenchable as fire?