Oh, That My Blood Were Water, Thou Athirst, And Thou And I In Some Far Desert Land, How Would I Shed It Gladly, If But First It Touched Thy Lips, Before It Reached The Sand. Once, - Ah, The Gods Were Good To Me, - I Threw Myself Upon A Poison Snake, That Crept Where My Beloved - A Lesser Love We Knew Than This Which Now Consumes Me Wholly - Slept. But Thou; Alas, What Can I Do For Thee? By Fate, And Thine Own Beauty, Set Above The Need Of All Or Any Aid From Me, Too High For Service, As Too Far For Love.