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, that my blood were water, thou athirst,

And thou and I in some far Desert land,

How would I shed it gladly, if but first

It touched thy lips, before it reached the sand.

Once,—Ah, the Gods were good to me,—I threw

Myself upon a poison snake, that crept

Where my Beloved—a lesser love we knew

Than this which now consumes me wholly—slept.

But thou; Alas, what can I do for thee?

By Fate, and thine own beauty, set above

The need of all or any aid from me,

Too high for service, as too far for love.