THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 
37 
And slip half-conscious to the old embrace. 
And now you will not let me see your face 
Or hear your voice or touch you.  Ah !  the hour ! 
He moves.  Come back, come back, my life’s one 
flower ! 
Come back.  One kiss before you leave me.  So ! 
Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go ; 
It is my right—you must.  Oh no !  Oh no !