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THE WILD ASS 
 
 
Wakes the lost life.  I see him dress 
 
The godhead.  Up he bounds and brays :— 
The wild ass of the wilderness, 
 
The soul that sees, the soul that slays !   
 
Inhabit the untrodden ways, 
 
Set !  Thou my god and I thy priest, 
Thy temple hidden in the haze 
 
Of deserts death to god or beast !   
 
Thou who art both shalt foin and feast 
 
With me who am both, thy hate’s co-heir, 
Lord of the West and of the East— 
 
The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair !   
 
I kissed his mouth—sublime despair !   
 
Our souls were one ;  our bodies met— 
Yea !  darkness cover everywhere 
 
The secret of the House of Set !