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1899 · PDF PAGE 11

The Honourable Adulterers

…m a single speck. And so he went away; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love. For scarce two days when sickness took the King, And death tissolved the violence of the ring, I ruled alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh at Fate. And so I violated Death, and died ; And in the other land my spirit cried For incarnation ; conquering I came Within my soulless body as a flame.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 5

The Honourable Adulterers

…t like a littlé thing, And Truth and God were'near us to withdraw The veil of Love’s unalterable law. - We feared no fury of the jealous King, But, lest in honour love should find a flaw. Only our looks and trembling lips we dread, And the dear nimbus of a lover’s head, The dreamy splendour and the dim delight ' That feels the fragrance fallen from the night,

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1899 · PDF PAGE 6

The Honourable Adulterers

… love would bring My thirsty lips to the one perfect spring— My iron soul upon my trembling hands Fad its harsh will ; my bitterness was king.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 8

The Honourable Adulterers

…e, not for myself; I cling Desperate to despair, as some to hope, Unheeding Saturn in their horoscope ; But I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. And some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat wit…

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