| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Sonnet Eternal | | By Donald Evans (1884–1921) |
| | (From Discords, 1911)
IT is not that I love thee any less, | |
| Which holds me back when I might so close be; | |
| Thy lips have opened, calling hungrily, | |
| And thy eyes fill with questioning distress. | |
| I stand away but to once more confess | 5 |
| How my whole soul throbs with its pride in thee,— | |
| Still gaze I at my fortune wonderingly, | |
| For thou art near the stars in perfectness! | |
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| O keen clean limbs! O little sweet fleet feet! | |
| O bright white thighs that are love’s resting-place! | 10 |
| O singing curves that make thy body’s line! | |
| When and where was it first we two did meet? | |
| And how have I deserved of life this grace, | |
| Possession of thy womanhood divine? | | | | |
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