54 
ALL NIGHT 
 
Too often or too hard ;  fresh fire invades 
Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades 
Of night make noises in the darkened room. 
Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom 
I might behold thine eyes as red as fire, 
A tigress maddened with supreme desire. 
White arms that clasp me, fervent breast that glides 
An eager snake, about my breast and sides, 
And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires, 
And lips ensanguine with unfed desires, 
Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head, 
Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crimson red, 
A very beast of prey ;  and I like thee, 
Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me. 
But raise no head ;  I know thee, breast and thigh, 
Lips, hair and eyes and mouth :   I will not die 
But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. 
So, blood and body furious with breath 
That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay 
Gripped hard together to keep life away, 
Mouths drowned in murder, never satiate, 
Kissing away the hard decrees of Fate, 
Kissing insatiable in mad desire 
Kisses whose agony may never tire,