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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
Now still I stand entranced 
And the faint fires that danced 
Before the sunset like a vivid crown 
Of blood upon thine head, 
(O thou severe 
And strong, my lover, my delight !) 
Have all died down ; 
And in the darkness, clear 
As the dawn’s transient light 
Are thy lips, live at last ; 
Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust 
Of me thou gloatest over. 
See, I draw close, 
(O vital, murder-loving lover !) 
And all my being flows 
In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss 
Madly, madly kiss, 
Out of rhythm, out of rime, 
Out of space, sense, time, 
Thy mouth — and I am thine : 
Sealed, sealed at last, enthroned upon 
The very star thou ridest on. 
O wine !  o wine ! 
Wine of thy luminous body rushing, gushing,