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Here in thy throat's white hollow One last long kiss.--I go.-- Ah, Sweet! a kiss to follow Down from thy throat's white hollow Unto thy breast that's whiter:-- Thine arms, that clasp me tighter; One kiss then on thy mouth, Warmer than all the South; And eyes, than waters brighter Wherein the far stars glow. Smile on me now I leave thee!-- And kiss me on the brow!-- Smile on me, love, nor grieve thee! No thing can harm me now!