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 !