Household Gods

Autcia. ‘Yes! in that shadow lurks a si Sees from that jagged cloud Diana starts Like a deer from the brake; her silver splendour darts ‘Through the crisp air to the grove upon the isle... . Do you see her? Do you see her? Crassus. Monstrous! Vile! These eyes betray me. Aucta. Nol your Adela lies With arms thrown back, head tilted, open thighs. Her lips flame out like poppies in the dusk. The breeze brings back to us a scent of musk. Her mouth is oozing kisses! Crassus. Filthy harlot! Axtcia. I never fed on a superber scarlet. And look! the wonder of plumes that foams upon Her tidal breast—oh, but a swan! a swan! A swan snow-white with his sole scarlet hidden In the abode forbidden! 7