Jezebel

JEZEBEL 13 LOT. “ And while he lingered ... they brought him forth, and set him without the city.” —GEN. xix. 16. TURN back from safety : in my love abide, Whose lips are warm as when, a virgin bride, I clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are lordlier for the pain they had, Whose arms cleave closer than thy spouse’s own, Thy spouse—O lover, kiss me, and atone ! All my veins bleed for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet ! Spurn me no more ! O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow ; Hurt me with kisses, kill me with desire, Consume me and destroy me with the fire Of bleeding passion straining at the heart, Touched to the core by sweetnesses that smart ; Bitten by fiery snakes, whose poisonous breath Swoons in the midnight, and dissolves to death ! Ah ! let me perish so, and not endure Thy falsehood who have known thy love was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of long years— Lo ! it was faery, and the spell of tears Dissolves it utterly. O bid them go, These white-faced boys, where calmer rivers flow And birds less passionate invoke the spring Or seek their loves with weaker, wearier wing. Turn back from safety ! Let God’s rivers pour Brimstone and fire, and all his fountains roar Lava and hail of hell upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead,