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The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 155
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AD FIDELEM INFIDELEM
AH, sweet my sister ! Was it idle toil,
When in the flowerless Eden of Shanghai
We made immortal mischief, you and I
Casting our flame-flowers on the dull brown soil ?
Did we not light a lamp withouten oil
Nursed by unfruitful kisses, stealthily
Strewn in the caldron where our Destiny
Bides broodingMother, bid its brew to boil !
Ah, Sweetheart, we were barren as Sahara,
But on Sahara burns our subtle star.
Soon an oasis, now too lone and far,
Shall bloom with all the blossoms of Bokhara :
See ! oer the brim the mystic fountain flows !
Cull from the caldron the ensanguine Rose !
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