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…y And curl and thrust—these waves are not at play. Aurera. You feel the ocean breaking on the shoal; But passionless and moveless is its soul. Crassus. Ah! but your soul is in your breath. 28
…to die Alike for wonder—and for jealousy! Crassus. Vile, filthy whore! I'll catch you at it. ALICIA. Softt Sce how his feathers hold her soul aloft! Crassus. Beast! Have you brought me through the wood for this? Aurora, No wonder I must teach you how to kiss. Crassus. I'll clip his wings. Autcra. Sub pennis, penis! ’Slife! It’s not the wings of him that clip your wife. 38
Crassus. Ah! you tear my soul out with the trills. ‘Your fingers play like summer lightning on the shaft. It is like a storm on the mountains when it shrills; Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark! Aurcta. Some god laughed. Crassus. ‘Your mouth is like some god’s. It burns and blooms With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes. O let me kiss you! Aticia. So you stop my songt [She ceases the tune. Crassus. There is another song. Auicia. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! Crassus. By God, girl, not I love Alicia, Aurcia. Ah! you love her sol…
… Crassus. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillatin; Aucta. Love, ‘Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in the midst, behold, O man! The image of great Pan. at
… the home Is a fury of foam; ‘The storm is awake, and the billows comb. But though I be ‘Their frenzy of glee, I am also the passionless soul of the sea! Mine eyes glint fire, And my cruel lips curl; ‘Mine the desire Of the god and the girl; But fierier and fteeter, And subtler and sweeter Than the race of the rhythm, the march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the …