XXVII. 
Read his mad rhymes ; their sickening savour taste ; 
Bathe in their carnal and depraving stream : 
Rise, glittering with the dew-drops of his dream, 
And glow with exaltation ; to thy waist 
Gird his gold belt ; the diamond settings gleam 
With fire drawn far 
Through the blue shuddering vault from some amazing 
star. 
 
XXVIII. 
Aubrey attained in sleep when he dream this 
Wonderful dream of women, tender child 
And harlot, naked all, in thousands piled 
On one hot writhing heap, his shameful kiss 
To shudder through them, with lithe limbs defiled 
To wade, to dip 
Down through the mass, caressed by every purple lip. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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