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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
PART II. 
 
 
 KNOW.  When Ramoth-Gilead’s field 
 Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, 
I smote amain with sword and shield, 
 My brows with mingled blood were red ; 
And on my cheek the kiss of hell, 
The hatred of my Jezebel. 
 
I waited many days.  At last 
 The rushing of a chariot grew 
Frightful through all the city vast, 
 Men were afraid.  But I—I knew 
Jehu was here, whose sword should dip 
Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. 
 
The spirit filled me.  And behold ! 
 I saw her dead stare to the skies ; 
I came to her ;  she was not cold, 
 But burning with old infamies. 
On her incestuous mouth I fell, 
And lost my soul for Jezebel. 
 
I followed him afoot, afire ; 
 Beneath her window he drew rein ; 
She looked forth, clad in glad attire, 
 
  I