EPILOGUE. 
 
My heavy hair upon my olive skin 
( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) 
Frames 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. 
( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) 
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. 
( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) 
Let our love end as other loves begin, 
Or, slay me at The Moment, unaware, 
Or, kiss in mutual death-pang, if you dare— 
Or one day I will strange you within 
My heavy hair !