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 Mystery by David Herbert Lawrence 
						Now I am allOne bowl of kisses,
 Such as the tall
 Slim votaresses
 Of Egypt filled
 For a God's excesses.
 
 I lift to you
 My bowl of kisses,
 And through the temple's
 Blue recesses
 Cry out to you
 In wild caresses.
 
 And to my lips'
 Bright crimson rim
 The passion slips,
 And down my slim
 White body drips
 The shining hymn.
 
 And still before
 The altar I
 Exult the bowl
 Brimful, and cry
 To you to stoop
 And drink, Most High.
 
 Oh drink me up
 That I may be
 Within your cup
 Like a Mystery,
 Like wine that is still
 In ecstasy.
 
 Glimmering still
 In ecstasy,
 Commingled wines
 Of you and me
 In One fulfill,...
 The Mystery.
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