“ EREBUS “ 
117 
Thy mouth takes me within its eager lips ; 
My mouth thirsts, drinking long 
Deep from the fount of love, whence out there slips 
An eager purple tongue, 
Sweet as the taste of summer song 
From thrush’s tender throat, a tongue that tires 
My thirsty lips with its insatiate fires, 
While swart limbs soft and strong 
Grip my hot head, while thy lips kiss away 
With blood and foam the life from him thou wouldst not slay.