LA JUIVE 
119 
I saw his broken body hang 
Sweating and bleeding on the cross ; 
I heard his curses champ and clang ; 
I spat upon his reeking corse ; 
I licked the spear ;  my feet were shod 
With iron as I kicked my God. 
 
Such frightful fancies dim my eyes— 
I can remember how his side 
Lay open for a lover’s prize— 
I violate the Crucified ! 
Hell shrieks with impious laugh ;  they sing 
A mad lewd chant ;  Hell hails me king ! 
 
So runs my dream ;  but what am I ? 
A lover by a Jewess’ bed, 
A lover waiting wistfully 
For his desires to be fed ; 
His only lust—a lover’s bliss, 
And with no language but a kiss ! 
 
In her loose lusts I find again 
The memory of that dream gone by ; 
Her kisses waken in my brain 
The picture of that infamy,