Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To... (I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden)

I.

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine.

II.

I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart’s devotion
With which I worship thine.

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5. From the Arabic, an Imitation

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