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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 18
14 JEZEBEL Burnt in that shameful whirlwind of his ire, Consumed in one tall pyramid of fire Whose bowers of flame shall tell the sky of God How we despised his feet with thunder shod, And conquered, clasping, all the host of death. Turn to me, touch me, mix thy very breath With mine to mingle floods of fiery dew With flames of purple, like the sea shot through With golden glances of a fiercer star. Turn to me, bend above me, you may char These olive shoulders with an old-time kiss, And fix thy mouth upon me for such bliss Of sudden rage rekind…
1898 · PDF PAGE 12
…er sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky The vulture hangs, a ghost unclean ; The lewd hyaenas sleepless eye Darts through the distance ; these admit My lordship over herand it. The host is lifted up. Behold The vintage spilt, the broken bread ! I feast upon the cruel cold Pale body that was ripe and red. Only, her head, her palms, her feet, I kissed all night, and did not eat. So, and not otherwise, the word Of God was utterly fulfilled. So, a…
1898 · PDF PAGE 6
…is fate, I bring. The city gleams afar ; I see Samarinas white walls on high ; The mountains echo back to me The vengeful murmur of the sky ; All heaven and earth on me attend To prophesy the tyrants end. The gates are close because of night Whose heavy breath infects the air ; The dog-star gleams, a devilish light : I thought I saw behind me glare The eyes of fiends. I thought I heard An evil laugh, a mocking word. The gates swing open at the Name, Without a warder roused from sleep ; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…l of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave the doubtful blossoms of the sky ! You dare not kiss me ! dare not draw you nigh Lest I should lure you to remain ! nor speak Lest you should catch the blood within your cheek Mantling. You dared enoughso long ago ! When to my blossom body clean as snow You pressed your bosom till desire was pain, Andthenthat midnightyou did dare remain Though all my limbs were bloody with your mouth That tore their flesh to satiate its drouth, That …