THE RED STAR. 
45 
IST SATYR 
 
O the rich red blood that swims on  
Over all the malachite ! 
 
2ND SATYR 
 
Ah !  the banquet gold and crimson  
Like the sun afeast at night ! 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Out of the fume of the blood arise 
Two lithe nymphs with amethyst eyes, 
Sparkling with the wanton pleasure  
That their small and laughing scarlet  
Mouths betrayed, as overmeasure  
Bubbled out the dancing harlot  
Music of them, snaky slim,  
Panther-smooth and light of limb  
Wreathed with wealth of mystic berry,  
As they leap, divinely drunken  
On the very blood that gat them,  
Insolent and lewd and merry 
— With the satyr-eyes deep-sunken  
Looking things prophetic at them !