56 
ALL NIGHT 
 
Dry separate dunghill of burnt Golgotha. 
But we will wrest from heaven a little star, 
The Star of Bethlehem, a lying light 
Fit for our candle, and by devils’ might 
Fix in the vast concave of hell for us 
To lume its ghastly shadows murderous, 
That in the mirror of the lake of fire 
We may behold the image of Desire 
Stretching broad wings upon us, and may leap 
Each upon other, till our bodies weep 
Thick sweet salt tears, and, clasping as of yore 
Within dull limits of Earth’s barren shore, 
Fulfil immense desires of strange new shames, 
Burn into one another as the flames 
Of our hell fuse us into one wild soul : 
Then, one immaculate divinest whole, 
Plunge, fire, within all fire, dive far to death ; 
Till, like king Satan’s sympathetic breath, 
Burn on us as a voice from far above 
Strange nameless elements of fire and love ; 
And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure, 
For ever, wedded, one, divine, endure 
Far from sun, sea, and spring from love or light, 
Imbedded in impenetrable night ;