THE BLUE DWARF. 
83 
Bray deafens us — now cling  
To the lewd stark dripping thing  
Thou has caressed and gilt  
From the point to the gross hilt  
With the babe-gold of thy bright skin,  
Wolfing it in  
As the dragon swallows up the moon ! 
 
CHAU 
 
See, she will swoon.  
This is magnificent.  
I would not lose the event — 
Ho !  boy, bring wine !  Black wine in jars of jade  
Cooled all these months in hoarded snow !  
Black wine with purple starlight in its bosom,  
Oily and sweet as the soul of a brown maid  
Brought from the forenoon’s archipelago,  
Her brows bound bright with many a scarlet blossom — 
Like the blood of the slain that flowered free  
When we met the black men knee to knee ! 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Brothers, how found you me ?