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1898 · PDF PAGE 28

Aceldama

EPILOGUE. My heavy hair upon my olive skin ( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) Frames with its ebony a face like sin. My heavy hair ! You touched my lips and told me I was fair ; It was your wickedness my love to win. ( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) Your passion has destroyed my soul—what care If you desire me, and I hold you in My arms a little, and you love for lair My heavy hair ! It is a fatal web your fingers spin. ( Baise la lourde crinière ! ) Let our love end as other loves begin, Or, slay me at The Moment, unaware, Or, kiss in mutual death-p…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 10

Aceldama

“ Six months and I sit still and hold In two cold palms her cold two feet ; Her hair, half grey, half ruined gold, Thrills me and burns me in kissing it. Love bites and stings me through to see Her keen face made of sunken bones, Her worn-out eyelids madden me, That were shot through with purple once.” SWINBURNE, “ The Leper,” Poems and Ballads, 1866.

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