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Rosa Inferni

You slacked your kiss upon the sodden youth In some excess of confidence, decay Of care to hold him—can I tell you which ? Down goes the moon—one sees the howling bitch ! The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill You reel unskilfully—he darts away. Alas ! you devil, but you hold me still ! III FIRST and fairest of Earth’s darling daughters ! How could I sing you ?—you have always seemed Unto the saucy driveller as he dreamed Like a rich sunset seen on tropic waters— (Your eyes effulgent from a thousand slaughters Looked tenderly upon me !) all …