THE FLIRT
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Beautiful boy, lend me your youth to play with; My heart is old. Lend me your fire to make my twilight gay with, To warm my cold; Prove that the power my look has not forsaken, That at my will My touch can quicken pulses and awaken Man’s passion still. The moment that I ask do not begrudge me. I shall not stay. I shall have gone, ere you have time to judge me, My empty way. I am not worth remembrance, little brother, Even to damn. One kiss—O God! if I were only other Than what I am!
Century Amelia Josephine Burr