Emmanuel George Cefai
Ah How Love Burns How Eager It Thrills
Ah how love burns how eager it thrills
In every vein in every dropp of blood:
How all impatient is: how from the feet
It higher, higher goes like rising temperatures
Till the face reaches and the cheeks
At first with blood are tinged and then
Like idols as of old all brazen look:
And pleasure wells as incense in the heart
Before the shrine of heathen gods and stones
And having gained possession of the fort
Love turns general and all directs
The limbs and feet and hands and all
Become his foot-soldiers in his full intent:
And from its riot the body rhythm goes.
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