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Jezebel
Jezebel (1898), PDF p. 16
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JEZEBEL
Take me, or break me, slay or sooth to sleep,
If only yours one hour, one perfect hour,
Remembrance and despair and hope to steep
In the infernal potion of that flower,
My poisonous passion for your blood ! Behold !
How utterly I yield, how gladly dower
Our sin with my own spirits quenched gold,
Clothe Love with my own souls immortal power,
Give thee my body as a fire to hold
O love, no words, no songsyour breast my
bower !
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