To Olivia
Francis Thompson
1859 to 1907
Track 1
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At tenderest touch will shrink and go.
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
Has grown timorous and wild.
It would fear thee not at all,
Full-panoplied in womanhood.
Love me not, delightful child.
Because thy arrows, not yet dire,
Love's the ambassador of loss;
I fear thee more than hadst thou stood
Are still unbarbed with destined fire,
White flake of childhood, clinging so
Wert thou not so harmless-small.
My heart, by many snares beguiled,
To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow
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