"I have indeed some power. A lure lies
Within my tender lips—-behind my eyes—
Concealed in all my way;
And while I seem entreating, I compel,
Yea, while I do but plead, I use a spell—
Ah secretly—but surely. Who are they
That ever turn away?
"Now, thou hast barely seen bright glittering
The gilded cup of pleasures that I swung
Before thy reeling gaze,—
The deep beginnings of sweet drunkenness
Are in thy heart already, more or less,
And on thy soul deliciously there preys
A thirst no joy allays.
"Dost thou not feel, each time my long hair sweeps
The glowing floor, how through thy being creeps
A vague yet sweet desire?—
How writhes in every sense a tiny snake
Of pleasure biting till it seems to wake
A fever of sharp lusts that never tire,
Unquenchable as fire?
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