Aceldama

XIII. All degradation, all sheer infamy, Thou shalt endure. Thy head beneath the mire And dung of worthless women shall desire As in some hateful dream, at last to lie ; Woman must trample thee till thou respire That deadliest fume; The vilest worms must crawl, the loathliest vampires gloom. XIV. Thou must breath in all poisons ; for thy meat, Poison ; for drink, still poison; for thy kiss, A serpent's lips ! An agony is this That sweats out venom; thy clenched hands, thy feet Ooze blood, thine eyes weep blood, thine anguish is More keen than death. At last—there is no deeper vault of hell beneath ! 1 8