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 He had used love or lust or what's between Long, long before. When he was still a boy Old hairy love that hugs his knees for joy And quavers tunes, ecstatic and obscene, Grey goatish love that whistles to the fauns, Had whistled fever through his aching flesh And led him giddy down his nerves' dark mesh To lie with empresses and leprechauns.

So he had used and after in a mood Of sluggish melancholy and vague grief, Ruffled with such warm rifts as in a wood A sunny wind blows over leaf by leaf, Had longed for death that lies beneath the ground And feels no lust and listens to no sound.