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THE SANCTUARY: 3. THE WORSHIP OF LOVE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Crush me, o love, betwixt thy radiant fingers
Last Line: And praise thee for my death!
Subject(s): Death; Love; Worship; Dead, The


CRUSH me, O Love, betwixt thy radiant fingers
Like a frail lemon leaf or basil bloom,
Till aught of me that lives for thee or lingers
Be but the wraith of memory's perfume,
And every sunset wind that wandereth
Grow sweeter for my death!

Burn me, O Love! as in a glowing censer
Dies the rich substance of a sandal grain,
Let my soul die till nought but an intenser
Fragrance of my deep worship doth remain—
And every twilight star shall hold its breath
And praise thee for my death!





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