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130 So surely do I see your eyes Out of the empty night arise, Child, you arise and smile to me Out of the night, out of the sea, The Nereid of a moment there, And is it seaweed in your hair? O lost and wrecked, how long ago, Out of the drowned past, I know, You come to call me, come to claim My share of your delicious shame. Child, I remember, and can tell One night we loved each other well; And one night's love, at least or most, Is not so small a thing to boast. You were adorable, and I Adored you to infinity, That nuptial night too briefly borne To the oblivion of morn. Oh, no oblivion! for I feel Your lips deliriously steal Along my neck, and fasten there; feel the perfume of your hair, And your soft breast that heaves and dips, Desiring my desirous lips, And that ineffable delight When souls turn bodies, and unite In the intolerable, the whole Rapture of the embodied soul.

That joy was ours, we passed it by; You have forgotten me, and I Remember