The World’s Tragedy

56 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Now still I stand entranced And the faint fires that danced Before the sunset like a vivid crown Of blood upon thine head, (O thou severe And strong, my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space, sense, time, Thy mouth — and I am thine : Sealed, sealed at last, enthroned upon The very star thou ridest on. O wine ! o wine ! Wine of thy luminous body rushing, gushing,