Ah How Love Burns How Eager It Thrills

Ah how love burns how eager it thrills In every vein in every dropp of blood: How all impatient is: how from the feet It higher, higher goes like rising temperatures Till the face reaches and the cheeks At first with blood are tinged and then Like idols as of old all brazen look: And pleasure wells as incense in the heart Before the shrine of heathen gods and stones And having gained possession of the fort Love turns general and all directs The limbs and feet and hands and all Become his foot-soldiers in his full intent: And from its riot the body rhythm goes.