You must write for children in the same way as you do for adults, only better. - Maxim Gorky
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My blood's aflame! Desire and yearning
O'erwhelm me: stung this heart of mine.
O kiss me, love! Your kisses burning
Are sweeter far than myrrh or wine.
Lay your head, dear one, on my breast,
And blithe and happy will I rest
Till the first breath of cheerful day
The shades of nighttime drives away.