22 
THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
Then, as a man betrayed, and doomed 
 Already, I arose and went, 
And wrestled with myself, consumed 
 With passion for that sacrament 
Of shame.  From that day unto this 
My cheek desires that hideous kiss. 
 
Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, 
 Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; 
Her red-fanged hatred in me glows ; 
 I lust for her, and hell, and death ; 
I see that ghastly look, and yearn 
Toward the brands of her that burn. 
 
Sleep shuns me ;  dreams divide the night 
 (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), 
That she and I with deep delight 
 Suck from death’s womb infernal pains, 
Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours 
Through night’s insatiable hours. 
 
And altogether filled with love, 
 And altogether filled with sin, 
The little sparks and noises move 
 About the softness of her skin. 
Her pleasures and her passions purr, 
For the delight I have of her. 
 
Aching with all the pangs of night 
 My shuddering body swoons ;  my eyes