VI
Am I not beautiful? Your lithe mouth twitches
As if already you were glutted on
This fair firm flesh that fears you and yet itches
—You know it—for some master malison.
Perhaps you mean to let me go? Ah sweet!
How seven times sweet if you will let me go—
Oh! Oh! I want to worship at your feet.
Why do you stab me with a smiling "No"?
Say "no" at least—to see you sitting there
So dumb is madness—why then, let me go!
I will—and you sit quiet—did you dare?
To everything the answer still is "No!"
You coward! Coward! Coward! let me rise!—
I cannot bear the hunger in your eyes.
As if already you were glutted on
This fair firm flesh that fears you and yet itches
—You know it—for some master malison.
Perhaps you mean to let me go? Ah sweet!
How seven times sweet if you will let me go—
Oh! Oh! I want to worship at your feet.
Why do you stab me with a smiling "No"?
Say "no" at least—to see you sitting there
So dumb is madness—why then, let me go!
I will—and you sit quiet—did you dare?
To everything the answer still is "No!"
You coward! Coward! Coward! let me rise!—
I cannot bear the hunger in your eyes.
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