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…. SONNET FOR GERALD KELLY’S JEZEBEL. IFT up thine head, disastrous Jezebel ! Fire and black stars are melted in thine hair That curls to Hell, as in Satanic prayer ; Thy mouth is heavy with its riper smell Than clustered pomegranates beside a well ; The cruel savour of thy lust lies there, That blood may tinge thy kisses unaware To fill thy children with the hope of Hell. O evil beauty ! Heart of mystery Wherein my being toils, and in the blood Mixed with thy poison finds its subtle food, Intoxicating my divinity ! Disdainful hands behind thee,…
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…usic infinitely fixed. Music that throbs, and soars, and burns, And breaks the possible, to dwell One moving monotone, nor turns, Making hell heaven, and heaven hell, The steady impossible song that yearns And brooks no mortal in its swell— This monotone immortal lips Make in our infinite eclipse ! Formless, above all shape and shade ; Lampless, beyond all light and flame ; Timeless, above all age and grade ; Moveless, beyond the mighty name ; A mystic mortal and a maid, Filled with all things to fill the same, To overflow the shores of God, Mi…
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…breasts tinctured with the South. For lo ! the harlot Jezebel, Her hands dropped perfume, and her tongue (A flame from the dark heart of hell, The ivory-barred mouth, that stung With unimaginable pangs) Shot out at me, and Hell fixed fangs. Her purple robes, her royal crown, The jewelled girdle of her waist, Her feet with murder splashed, and brown With the sharp lips that fawn and taste, The crimson snakes that minister To those unwearying lust of her. And all her woman’s scent did drift A steam of poison through the air ; The haze of sunshine…
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…n a murderer shammed Pale smiles amid his fellows as they spoke Low of his crime : his fear is like to choke His palsied throat. How, if Hell’s gate were slammed This very hour upon thy womanfolk ? Conceive, I charge thee ! Brace thy spirit up To drink at that imagination’s cup ! Then, shriek, and pass ! For thou shalt understand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes ! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus planned ! Mind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The …
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 23 Absorb her eyelids’ lazy light, And read her bosom to devise Fresh blossoms of the heart of hell, And secret joys of Jezebel. Her lips are fastened to my breast To suck out blood in feverish tides ; The token of her I possessed Still on my withered cheek abides. Thus slowly the desire grows To kill and have her yet—who knows ?
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THE HOLY PLACE. 91 CERBERUS. STOOD within Death’s gate, And blew the horn of Hell : Mad laughters echoing against Fate, Harsh groans less terrible, Howled from beneath the vault ; in night the avenging thunders swell. The guardian stood aloof, A monster multiform. His armour was of triple proof, His voice out-shrilled the storm. Behind him all the Furies whirl and all the Harpies swarm. The first face spake and said : “ Welcome, O King, art thou ! Await thy throne a thousand dead ; A crown awaits thy brow, A seven-sting scorpion ; for thy rod t…
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…Where strange sleek leopards lash them in unrest, And furtive serpents crawling to and fro— Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast ! All hell, all destinies of death are written Like litanies blaspheming in those eyes ; And where the lightning of high God hath smitten, Lie the charred brands of monstrous infamies, Wherein all destinies of death are written. T
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…w bloody with hot ranks of dead, I smote amain with sword and shield, My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast, Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies ; I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul…
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92 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Red blood shall dye thee robes of red, Hell’s cries thy litany ! Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee ! ” The third face spake and said : “ Welcome, O Man, to Death ! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine ; the fire that lingereth ! ” “ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Th…
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…s. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows ; I lust for her, and hell, and death ; I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), That she and I with deep delight Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises m…
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…e limbs to its embrace Curl, and thy perfume curls round me, An incense on my eager face. I see, beyond all seas and stars, The gates of hell, the paths of death Open : unclasp the surly bars, Before the voice of him that saith : “ I will ! ” Droop lower to my knees ! Sink gently to the leopard’s skin ! I must not stoop and take my ease, Or touch the body lithe and thin. Bright body of the myriad smiles, Sweet serpent of the lower life, The smooth silk touch of thee defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn :…
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 19 Anon, and I am driven out In desert places by desire ; My mouth is salt and dry ; I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If God’s damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ; 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 …
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…n the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art.
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…y soul With thy red soul, to join our hands, To weld us in one perfect whole, To link us with desirous bands. Now let me die, to mate in hell With thee, O harlot Jezebel.
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…ty : his praise Wells from no trembler’s misery : his hymn Swells the exultant day’s. His psalm wings upward, and reflected down Even in Hell makes music and renown. Yea ! for the echo of the anthem rolls Down to the lost unfathomable deep. Down, to the darkness of all shades and souls, The founts of music sweep. Even the devils in the utter night Feel it the saving, not the avenging light. Yea ! for the worship of my secret song Vibrates through every chasm of the world : Its sound is caught by angels, and made strong : By sylphs, and dewed, a…
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…’s might, Casts off the wise, and crumbles with the great. Yet from the highest crown no blossom fell, Save one, to bring salvation unto Hell. O angel of my spiritual desire ! O luminous master of the silver feet ! O passionate rose of infinite white fire ! O cross of sacrifice made bitter-sweet ! O wide-wing, star-brow, veritable lord ! O mystic bearer of the flaming sword ! O brows half see, O visionary star Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eye…
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…—incredible ? I am so brave, and pure—folk love me well. But oh ! my life, my being ! That is dead, And my whole soul—a whirlwind out of hell !
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…acle, a shrine, A saviour ! Yet my misty spirit conned The secret murmur : “ Gereth, I am thine ! ” I must have listened to the voice of hell. The earthly horror wove its serpent spell Against the Beauty of the World : I heard Desolate voices cry the doleful word “ Unready ! ” All the soul invisible Of that vast desert echoed, and concurred. The voices died in mystery away. I passed, confounded, lifeless as the clay, Somewhere I knew not. Many a dismal league Of various terror wove me its intrigue, And many a demon daunted : day by day Death do…
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…I see him and I tremble ! But my hand Still flings its gesture of supreme command Upwards ; my voice still dares to tongue the word That hell and chaos and destruction heard And ruined, shrieking ! yea, my strong voice rolls, That martyr-cry of many slaughtered souls, Utterly potent both to bless and ban— I, I command thee in the name of Man ! He trembled then. And far in thunder rolled Through countless ages, through the infinite gold Beyond existence, grew that master-sound Into the rent and agonized profound, Till even the Highest heard me :…
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…never looked ! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also ! It is very well. I am well started on the road to Hell.