Tempted

by Edward Rowland Sill

Yes, i know what you say:   Since it cannot be soul to soul, Be it flesh to flesh, as it may;   But is Earth the whole? Shall a man betray the Past   For all Earth gives? “But the Past is dead?” At last   It is all that lives. Which were the nobler goal,—   To snatch at the moment’s bliss Or to swear I will keep my soul   Clean for her kiss?

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