Out of your whole life give but a moment!

All of your life that has gone before,

So you make perfect the present, — condense,

In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,

Thought and feeling and soul and sense —

Merged in a moment which gives me at last

You around me for once, you beneath me, above me —

Me — sure that despite of time future, time past, —

This tick of our life-time's one moment you love me!

How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet —

When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core

While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!

— Robert Browning

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