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  The ground is a little chilly underneath  The leaves—and, dear, you consume me all to an ember.
You hold yourself all hard as if my kissesHurt as I gave them—you put me away—
  Ah never I put you away: yet each kiss hisses  Hot as a drop of fire wastes me away.
IIII am ashamed, you wanted me not to-night—Nay, it is always so, you sigh with me.Your radiance dims when I draw too near, and my freeFire enters your petals like death, you wilt dead white.
Ah, I do know, and I am deep ashamed;You love me while I hover tenderlyLike clinging sunbeams kissing you: but seeWhen I close in fire upon you, and you are flamed
With the swiftest fire of my love, you are destroyed.’Tis a degradation deep to me, that my bestSoul’s whitest lightning which should bright attestGod stepping down to earth in one white stride,
Means only to you a clogged, numb burden of fleshHeavy to bear, even heavy to uprearAgain from earth, like lilies wilted and sereFlagged on the floor, that before stood up so fresh.
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