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 The room with sickliness and rusts The whiteness crimson. Glutted lusts, Renewing on a deeper nerve, Denied, make conversation serve Obscurer converse. Intimate, Their meeting eyes interrogate And being answered turn aside, She secretly and satisfied, He startled into discontent By something in her quick assent, Confided and discreetly masked, That seemed to promise all he asked.

Beside her in the dark the chime Of ratcheted revolving time Repeating its repeated beat Builds complicated incomplete Sonatas in his listening brain,