Morbidezza

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Title:     Morbidezza
Author: Arthur Symons [More Titles by Symons]

WHITE girl, your flesh is lilies
Grown 'neath a frozen moon,
So still is
The rapture of your swoon
Of whiteness, snow or lilies.

The virginal revealment,
Your bosom's wavering slope,
Concealment,
'Neath fainting heliotrope,
Of whitest white's revealment,

Is like a bed of lilies,
A jealous-guarded row,
Whose will is
Simply chaste dreams:--but oh,
The alluring scent of lilies!

[The end]
Arthur Symons's poem: Morbidezza

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