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Old sailors say there is no other power
All comes from her that was or is or will be
Caresses of the wanton nymph seduce, embrace, devour.
She penetrates the heart, the mind, the bower,
For every pulse or plan exacts her fee
Old sailors say there is no other power.
She changes without reason by the hour
In softness, violent tryst, or fey esprit
Caresses of the wanton nymph seduce, embrace, devour.
She is the feast, the breath, the peril, the tower
Attending swiftly those who will not heed
Old sailors say there is no other power.
She forces faith and hope and love to cower
Consorts with pain and joy in harmony
Caresses of the wanton nymph seduce, embrace, devour.
Stinging staccato stabbing icy fire
Her instants wrapped in all eternity
Old sailors say there is no other power
Caresses of the wanton nymph seduce, embrace, devour.
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