SONG OF RAMESRAM TEMPLE GIRL
by: Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
- OW is the
season of my youth,
- Not thus shall I always be.
- Listen, dear Lord, thou too art young,
- Take thy pleasure with me.
- My hair is straight as the falling rain,
- And fine as morning mist,
- I am a rose awaiting thee
- That none have touched or kissed.
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- Do as thou wilt with mine and me,
- Beloved, I only pray,
- Follow the promptings of thy youth.
- Let there be no delay!
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- A leaf that flutters upon the bough,
- A moment, and it is gone,--
- A bubble amid the fountain spray,--
- Ah, pause, and think thereon;
- For such is youth and its passing bloom
- That wait for thee this hour,
- If aught in thy heart incline to me
- Ah, stoop and pluck thy flower!
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- Come, my Lord, to the temple shade,
- Where cooling fountains play,
- If aught in thy heart incline to love
- Let there be no delay!
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- Many shall faint with love of me
- And I shall slake their thirst,
- But Fate has brought thee hither to-day
- That thou shouldst be the first.
- Old, so old are the temple-walls,
- Love is older than they;
- But I am the short-lived temple rose,
- Blooming for thee to-day.
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- Thine am I, Prince, and only thine,
- What is there more to say?
- If aught in thy heart incline to love
- Let there be no delay!
"Song of Ramesram Temple Girl"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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