Such thoughts as shake the bed-clothes late at night;
But having them their trouble starts to please.
The
Stranger caste our fates upon his knees
But
vanished with the warm card brought to sight;I never thought to have such thoughts as these.
He
left small doubts and crafty fears to ease
A
tremor in the brain-pan’s dark and fright;But having them their trouble starts to please.
The
door with gargoyles swung before the keys,
A
window smiled, and you, your skin like light;I never thought to have such thoughts as these.
Our
days proceed. In shop queues someone sees
Me
distant with my thoughts, their failing fight;But having them their trouble starts to please.
For
I can think you naked like a tease
Or
old and docile still as warm at night;I never thought to have such thoughts as these,
But having them their trouble starts to please.
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