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STOLEN WATERS. "Sweet is the stolen draught," she said:
 * "Hath sweetness stint or measure?

Pleasant the secret hoard of bread:
 * What bars us from our pleasure?"

"Yea, take we pleasure while we may,"
 * I heard myself replying.

In the red sunset, far away,
 * My happier life was dying:

My heart was sad, my voice was gay.

And unawares, I knew not how,
 * I kissed her dainty finger-tips,

I kissed her on the lily brow,
 * I kissed her on the false, false lips—

That burning kiss, I feel it now! "True love gives true love of the best:
 * Then take," I cried, "my heart to thee!"

The very heart from out my breast
 * I plucked, I gave it willingly:
 * Her very heart she gave to me—

Then died the glory from the west. 36