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A JEALOUS LOVER 
 
For I am alone, unloved, in murk and gloom, 
Unloved, unfriended, fittest for the tomb, 
Who worshipped golden feet and found them clay. 
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She creeps alive upon the tawny sands, 
False glittering woman, girt about with lies ! 
She steals toward me, the tigress sleek and fierce ! 
Destroying devil, with long sinuous hands 
And hate triumphant in blue-murderous eyes ! 
I nerve myself to spring upon and pierce 
With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, 
To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart 
And glut my ravening soul with vengeance.  Heart 
Quickens as she draws near ;  the scent of flowers 
Breathes round her damnéd presence.  Shall she live 
To triumph with those tainted lips of song— 
She whispered “ Dearest, I have kept thee long ” 
I flung myself before her,  “ Love, forgive ! ”