1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 30
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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS.
JEZEBEL.
PART I.
LION’S mane, a leopard’s skin
Across my dusty shoulders thrown ;
A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin
Lurks like a serpent by a stone.
A man driven forth by lust to seek
Rest from himself on Carmel’s peak.
A prophet with wild hair behind,
Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea,
Tangled with vehemence of the wind,
And knotted with the tears that slay ;
And all my face parched up and dried,
And all my body crucified.
Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord
Descends and floods me with his breath ;
My words are fashioned as a sword,
My voice is like the voice of death.
The thunder of the Spirit’s wings
Brings terror to the hearts of kings.
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