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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!
 
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?