BELLADONNA 
125 
 
Come !  let the night fall ;  let us drown what knows 
 In what exults ;  blot out the wizard figure 
Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose 
 Your body on the cross, my body’s rigour. 
Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows 
 Less than your thrust—wring out the extreme vigour !   
Annihilation take us, till we rise 
Once more to the damnation in your eyes !