Desire Lives! (beginning with Sir Philip Sidney’s famous line)

“Desiring nought but how to kill desire,”
I more desire wrought, that it might tire.
Then, walking toward your house, it seemed a-fire,
And you burnt up with my too great desire.
When near I came, you ran on out, a flame,
That leapt on me with sparks of lively bliss,
Engulfed me in volcanic storm of fire,
Made blind my eyes with lava-burning kiss,
And wrapped me tight, as if to quench desire!
Now am I dead to lover’s world of pain;
Now is my joy a fresh’ning night of gain;
Now are the stars no longer points of ache,
Nor moon’s half face a place of tortured break.
We’ve killed desire, and still, we still desire!

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