Collected Works (Vol. I)

6 ACELDAMA XXX1L. Master !! I think that I have found thee now : | Deceive me not, I trust thee, [am sure Thy love will stand while ocean winds endure. Our quest shall be our quest till cither brow Radiate light, till death himself allure Our love to him When life’s desires are filled beyond the silver brim. . XXXII. Ifere I abandon all myself to thee, Slip into thy caresses as of right, Live in thy kisses as in living light, Clothed in thy love, enthronéd lazily In thine embrace, as naked as the night, As love and lover More pure, more keen, more strong than all my dreams discover. 1 Christ. - EPILOGUE. My heavy hair upon my olive skin (Baise la lourde crintére !) lrames with its ebony a face like sin. My heavy hair! You touched my lips and told me I was fair ; It was your wickedness my love to win. (Laise la lourde crinitre !) Your passion has destroyed my soul—what care If you desire me, and I hold you in My arms a little, and you love for lair My heavy hair! It is a fatal web your fingers spin. (Batse la lourde crinicre !) Let our Jove end as other loves begin, Or, slay me in a moment, unaware ! Nay? Kiss in double death-pang, if you dare ! Or one day I will strangle you within My heavy hair !