62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the
kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.
63. Thou art exhaust
in the voluptuous
fulness of the inspiration: the expiration is
sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful
than a caress of Hell’s own worm.
64. Oh! thou art overcome:
we are upon
thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail!
prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of
Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice!
now come in
our splendour and rapture! Come in our pas-
sionate peace, and write sweet words for the
Kings!
65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy
Chosen One.
66. Write,
and
find
ecstasy in writing!
Work, and be our bed in working! Thrill with
the joy of life and death! Ah! thy death shall
be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad.
Thy
death shall be the seal of the promise of our
agelong love.
Come! lift up thine heart and,
rejoice! We are one; we are none.
67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture;
fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!
68. Harden! Hold up thyself!
Lift thine
head! breathe not so deep—die!
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