2 
JEZEBEL 
My body towards the city turns, 
My spirit seeks its fierier goal ; 
In wells of heaven to quench my thirst, 
And take God’s hand among the first. 
 
I conquered self ; I grew at last 
A prophet chosen of the Lord ; 
I blew the trumpet’s iron blast 
That called on Zimri Omri’s sword ; 
My voice inflamed the fiery steel 
That was to smite upon Jezreel. 
 
And now, I haste from yonder sands, 
With fervour filled, to say God’s doom 
To Ahab of the bloody hands, 
The spoiler of his father’s tomb, 
The slayer of the vineyard king. 
God’s judgment, and his fate, I bring. 
 
The city gleams afar  ; I see 
Samarina’s white walls on high ; 
The mountains echo back to me 
The vengeful murmur of the sky ; 
All heaven and earth on me attend 
To prophesy the tyrant’s end. 
 
The gates are close because of night 
Whose heavy breath infects the air ; 
The dog-star gleams, a devilish light : 
I thought I saw behind me glare 
The eyes of fiends.  I thought I heard 
An evil laugh, a mocking word. 
 
The gates swing open at the Name, 
Without a warder roused from sleep ; 
I pass, with face of burning flame, 
That is not quenched, although I weep. 
(For even my tears are tears of fire, 
For loathing, madness, and desire.)