The Winged Beetle

ROSA COELI 5 IV Your wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible to your skin : Mingle them to a crescent character That shall set shimmering all the parchment fine And send a steam like wine Laden with ecstasy and pain Choral through all the passion-stained and passion- trembling air. Inspire a closer strain Such as strange orchids give, and hyacinths, Among the broken pedestals and plinths] Where the gray Lords of Time, of Time forgotten, Lie in the herbage rotten Of the unpeopled forest. V O Song ! O amorous and seducing, I see thee as thou soarest, So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, That Child whose life encloses Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever