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 MUMMIA

those of old drank mummia

To fire their limbs of lead,

Making dead kings from Africa

Stand pandar to their bed;

Drunk on the dead, and medicined

With spiced imperial dust,

In a short night they reeled to find

Ten centuries of lust.

So I, from paint, stone, tale, and rhyme,

Stuffed love's infinity,

And sucked all lovers of all time

To rarify ecstasy.

Helen's the hair shuts out from me

Verona's livid skies;

Gypsy the lips I press; and see

Two Antonys in your eyes.

The unheard invisible lovely dead

Lie with us in this place,

And ghostly hands above my head

Close face to straining face;