1910 · CLOSE READING
The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 168
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158
AVE ADONAI
Come ! I am writhing with despair
Like a snake taken in a snare,
Moaning thy mystical name
Till my tongue is torn and bleeding !
Have I not gilded my nails
And painted my lips with vermilion ?
Yea ! thou art I ; the deed awakes,
Thy lightning strikes ; thy thunder breaks
Wild as the bride that wails
In the bridegrooms plumed pavilion !
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