The Soul Of A Century/Southern tunes
SOUTHERN TUNES
I am torn and tortured by love’s all consuming claims,
Bum me and destroy me with your eye’s bright flames.
Offer me as a hostage to your deeply heaving sighs,
Pierce my heart, if need be, with your love’s sweet ties.
Your breath, a fragrant zephyr that in the springtime blows,
Your breath is sweetly scented, your breath exhaustion knows.
And my love that seeks to still your grief and lessen mine
Bubbles over the goblet like a pearly foaming wine.
And before my passion’s cup I fully drain,
In your heaving bosom hid I would remain,
Weave around my neck your lustrous waving tresses,
Cool my boiling blood in love’s sweet caresses.
Like a desert steed my passion paws its impatient feet,
Would your breath destroy me with its scorching heat,
And your arms embrace, my limply yielding form,
Till I would feebly totter like an oak tree in a storm.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice. The longest-living author of this work died in 1987, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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