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Rosa Inferni

… Languorous, luscious, melancholy-eyed ; Beneath the gentle raptures, hints celestial Of holy secrets, kisses like soft dew, Beneath the amorous mystery, I view The surer shape, a visage grim and bestial, A purpose sly and deadly, a black shape, A tiger snarling, or a grinning ape Resolved by every devilish device Upon my murder. This I clearly see Now you are—for an hour—away from me. I see it once ; no need to tell me twice ! II OME Yankee yelled—I tag it to a rime— “ You can’t fool all the people all the time.” So he of politics ; so I of lo…