Faint gibbering heard from somewhere near the restricted stacks
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Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Now the king happened to have a marvellous lion, far more intelligent than any lion at the court of any other king; and cleverer than many humans, in fact, for he knew all kinds of secret things that were hidden from common knowledge.
“I must not stoop and take my ease,
Or touch the body lithe and thin.
Bright body of the myriad smiles,
Sweet serpent of the lower life,
The smooth silk touch of thee defiles,
The lures and languors of a wife.
Slip to the floor, I must not turn:
There is a lion in the way!
The star of morning rise and burn:
I seek the dim supernal day!” [via]