KALI.
THERE is an idol in my house
By whom the sandal alway steams.
Alone, I make a black carouse
With her to dominate my dreams.
With skulls and knives she keeps control
(O Mother Kali!) of my soul.
She is crowned with emeralds like leaves,
And rubies flame from either eye;
A rose upon her bosom heaves,
Turquoise and lapis lazuli.
She hath a kirtle like a maid :—
Amethyst, amber, pearl, and jade!
Her face is fashioned like a moon;
Her breasts are tongues of pointed jet;
Her belly of opal fairly hewn;
And round about her neck is set
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