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 The other was more sensitive, More quieting and loving-kind, With greater will to love and live Than I ever had hoped to find.

For with her grace of tenderness A violence of love she had: In a peplos of loveliness Was hid a Mænad passion mad

To her bosom she took my dream, Fondled it there, and gave it death My dream a suckling child did seem, Dead lacking light, dead lacking faith

Youth, treasure only gods may keep, Wilted in me forever now! I cannot, when I wish to, weep, And often cry I know not how

Another fancied my lips were A casket wrought to hold her love; And wildly with the teeth of her To gnaw my very heart she strove.

She willed all passionate excess; She was a flame of love for me; She made each ardorous caress Synthesis of eternity. 41]