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When thou didst speak but now I felt

      A terror mad and strange.

Conceive it thou. I could have knelt

To thy lips, to their curve, to its change.

      The talking curve of thy lips

      And thy teeth but slightly shown

Were my delirium's waking whips.

      I felt my reason overthrown.

A super-sensual fetichism

      Haunts my deep-raving brain.

Greater than ever grows the abysm

Of my reason's and feeling's schism,

      Cut with the pickaxe of pain.

More than they show all things contain.