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I loved my sleep while the others kissed me, but with the touch of your lips the dreams of life began to stir within me again. I LOVED MY SLEEP WHILE THE OTHERS KISSED ME BUT WITH THE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS THE DREAMS OF LIFE BEGAN TO STIR WITHIN ME AGAIN
 so much besides. Yet me he loved best, as those who can read his secret poems understand. But my little London boy loved me only. For him the world held nothing but my face, and it was of his great love for me that he died." "But these were all poets," said Antony. "Yes, poets are the greatest of all lovers. Though all who since the world began have been the makers of beautiful things have loved me, I love my poets best. Sweeter than marble or many colours to my eyes is the sound of a poet singing in my ears—" "For whom, Silencieux, did you step down into the sad waters of the Seine?" "It was a young poet of Paris, beloved of many women, a drunkard of strange dreams. He too died because he loved me, and when he died there was none left whose voice seemed sweet after his. So I died with him. I died with him," she repeated, "to come to life again with you. Many lips have been pressed to mine, Antony, since the cold sleep of the Seine fell over me, but none were warm and wild like yours. IGHTINGALEZE THAT SANG FROM HIS SLEEVE FOR HE LOVED SO MUCH BESIDES YET HE LOVED ME BEST AS THOSE WHO CAN READ HIS SECRET POEMS UNDERSTAND BUT LITTLE LONDON BOY LOVED ME ONLY FOR HIM THE WORLD HELD NOTHING BUT MY FACE AND IT WAS OF HIS GREAT LOVE FOR ME THAT HE DIED BUT THESE WERE ALL POETS SAID ANTONY YES POETS ARE THE GREATEST OF ALL LOVERS THOUGH ALL WHO SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN HAVE BEEN THE MAKERS OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS HAVE LOVED ME I LOVE MY POETS BEST SWEETER THAN MARBLE ARE MANY COLORS TO MY EYES IS THE SOUND OF A POET SINGING IN MY EARS FOR WHOM SELAGO DID YOU STEP DOWN INTO THE SAD WATERS OF THE SEINE IT WAS A YOUNG POET OF PERIE BELOVED OF MANY WOMEN A DRUNKARD OF STRANGE DREAMS HE TOO DIED BECAUSE HE LOVED ME AND WHEN HE DIED THERE WAS NONE LEFT WHOSE VOICE SEEMED SWEET AFTER HIS SO I DIED WITH HIM I DIED WITH HIM SHE REPEATED TO COME TO LIFE AGAIN WITH YOU MANY LEAPS HAVE PRESSED TO MINE ANTONY SINCE THE COLD SLEEP OF THE SANE FELL OVER ME BUT NONE WERE WARM AND WILD LIKE YOURS
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