1898 · CLOSE READING
Songs of the Spirit
Songs of the Spirit (1898), PDF p. 93
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Accurst, detestable,
In which I laugh with hell,
And furies chant the knell
Of all things clean.
Ah God ! the shapes that throng !
Ah God ! what eyes !
The souls grown sharp and strong
That my lips made their prize,
The ruined souls, the wrecks
Of bodies fair of flecks
Long since, ere God did vex
My soul with sacrifice.
Pale youth and bloodless maiden
Whose breasts have bled,
With wrath or mercy laden,
By love or terror led,
Reproachful or reviling,
Some pure and some defiling,
Some fearful and some smiling,
Some living and some dead.
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