| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | I Love My Love in the Morning | | By J. William Lloyd (1857–1940) |
| | (From Wind-Harp Songs, 1895)
SWEETHEART, lie still upon my breast, | |
| With love-red lips to mine impressed, | |
| And satin limbs that twine with mine, | |
| Like clinging tendrils of a vine. | |
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| O, love, the morning ’gins to peep, | 5 |
| The rainbow-robèd cataracts leap, | |
| A spotted fawn stands in the glade, | |
| The dew-drop diamonds gem each blade. | |
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| Sweet love, I feel your gentle heart | |
| Throb where the spherèd bosoms part; | 10 |
| My necklace rare, your warm white arms, | |
| My coverlet, disheveled charms. | |
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| The whoop-crane’s clangor wakes the fens, | |
| Thrush voices pulse in echoing glens, | |
| On wave-wet sands the sea birds meet, | 15 |
| Shy violets hide ’neath clover sweet. | |
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| Ah man is man, and maid is maid, | |
| Sweet echoes, by each other swayed;— | |
| Soft eyes will smile, red lips will cling, | |
| Till Death his last scythe stroke shall swing. | 20 |
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| The wild-fowl wedge through Northern skies, | |
| In Indian glades the tiger sighs, | |
| The siroc whirls the desert sands— | |
| Love touches all, all climes, all lands. | | | | |
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