Poetry: The Oblation

[julythirtyfirst]

THE OBLATION
by: Algernon Charles Swinburne

Ask nothing more of me, sweet,
All I can give you I give
Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet:
Love that should help you to live,
Song that should spur you to soar.

All things were nothing to give
Once to have sense of you more,
Touch you and taste of you, sweet,
Think you and

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[a_k_i_r_e]

*sigh*

[julythirtyfirst]

Mehehe, paumanhin.