I would have rather felt you round my throat -- 1901 ("The garden of Kama")

Speranza 1901 pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, before you agonise them in farewell? pale hands, pink-tipped, like lotus-buds that float on those cool waters where we used to dwell, I would have rather felt you round my throat crushing out life than waving me farewell! L. Hope, The Garden of Kama.