1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 11
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PROLOGUE.
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Thou wast a lion as an angel then,
In copper-glowing lands that gnaws the prey
He has regotten from the tribes of men.
We lay like passion all that deadly day—
Thou wast a lion as an angel then !
Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover,
Great hater of my body as my soul,
To whom I gave my life and love thrice over,
Fill me one last caress—the poison-bowl !
Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover !
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