Rondel [Kissing her hair I sat against her feet]

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Title:     Rondel [Kissing her hair I sat against her feet]
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne [More Titles by Swinburne]

Kissing her hair I sat against her feet,
Wove and unwove it, wound and found it sweet;
Made fast therewith her hands, drew down her eyes,
Deep as deep flowers and dreamy like dim skies;
With her own tresses bound and found her fair,
Kissing her hair.

Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me,
Sleep of cold sea-bloom under the cold sea;
What pain could get between my face and hers?
What new sweet thing would love not relish worse?
Unless, perhaps, white death had kissed me there,
Kissing her hair?

[The end]
Algernon Charles Swinburne's poem: Rondel [Kissing her hair I sat against her feet]

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