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Now!
Robert Browning (1812-1889)
Out of your
whole life give but a moment!
All of your
life that has gone before,
All to come
after it, - so you ignore,
So you make
perfect the present; condense,
In a rapture
of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and
feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in
a moment which gives me at last
You around
me for once, you beneath me, above me-
Me, sure
that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick
of life-time's one moment you love me!
How long
such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet,
The moment
eternal-just that and no more-
When ecstasy's
utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks
burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
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