The FlirtBy Amelia Josephine Burr(From “The Century Magazine.”)
By Amelia Josephine Burr
(From “The Century Magazine.”)
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 willMy touch can quicken pulses and awakenMan’s passion still.The moment that I ask do not begrudge me.I shall not stay.I shall have gone, e’er 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 otherThan what I am!
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 willMy touch can quicken pulses and awakenMan’s passion still.The moment that I ask do not begrudge me.I shall not stay.I shall have gone, e’er 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 otherThan what I am!
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 willMy touch can quicken pulses and awakenMan’s passion still.
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, e’er 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 otherThan what I am!
The moment that I ask do not begrudge me.
I shall not stay.
I shall have gone, e’er 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!