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… pain ! Bite hard ! Smite hard! By bruises scarred and marred Love this exultant face! Again! Again! O Lola ! Lola! Lola! Kiss me, Kiss! Nay — nay ! Kiss not! I cannot bear the bliss.
… were! not Zeus but Cerberus Hath ravished you; you brood on harpy eggs — Sweet sister! is the wine too sour for us? Wehave drunk deep — nay! nay! but to the dregs! And ail their bitterness is braver brew Than the dull syrup of the pious crew.
Vi Nay, even thus you could not credit Fate, Even in my arms close cuddled as you lay With hard-shut eyes and lips inebriate With their own kisses all this happy day. Nay, but blaspheming you put hope aside, Bade me forget you, swore yourself a liar, Smiled through the words because you knew you lied Knew that — what waters can put out our fire? So we amused ourselves with cunning brisk Careful arrangements to forget each other, You cut that love-curl from your neck at risk ‘ Of comment — at the slightest — from your mother. You gave it me — Go…
…d we care, within this cave of bliss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we have strayed -— O never yetsodeep ! —— 128 — XIII Lola, dear Lola, how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset r…
…end Dare black Aornos with Daedalian wings! To lift you from your seas of bitter foam! oo, All words! words! there’s a hunger to express Nay! wrap yourself and rub yourself in silk! ° press The infinite pangs, the infinite mighty blisses Drink of my blood, engorge my fruitless sperm! Stored in the house of rapture and distress For you were suckled on the poisonous milk Whose key is one of our blood-tainted kisses That betrays virgins to the deathless worm. Whose fume arises from the accursed sod Are we not glad thereof? Kiss, Lola, kiss, Where …
…r shade And clasp you to me, though it be a dream Or little more, a vision from the Maid~ That rules by Phlegethon's sepulchral streain. Nay ! it is more: by magic art compel (My soul!) my maiden’s body to appear Visible, tangible, enjoyable Even to the senses of the amorous seer, Whose demon ministers through the gulphs and glooms Convey his mistress 6n their meteor plumes. VIL? More, I will visit you, forlorn who lie Crying for lack of me; your very flesh Shall tingle with the touch of me as I Wrap you about with the ensorcelled mesh Of my fi…
…t my soul, I might receive a message from my Lola : Weep till the world of sense was wept away ” The siege is raised. Meet me as usual!’ Nay! And, dead, I reached you at the glimmering goal For me the sofa and Verlaine or Zola, Whither you had outrun me! Weep, I say, ; ; ws Teep! It is better. Th r hrism — Till Christ’s affair is over, and the town Weep! It is better. Thus one earns a chrism . . Who ever gained one by cheap cynicism? Runs a young resurrection of its own. g y p cy ag — 45
…nce get the lips their blood, the cheeks their bloom? Is there no garlic I may wear against thee ? No succour in the consecrated Host? ~ Nay, if thou slay not it is thou restrainst thee. I am the virgin, thou the Holy Ghost. There is no comfort nor defence nor peace From thee (and all thy malice) in the world : Thou sittest through the aching centuries Like the old serpent in his horror curled Ready to strike, strike home —and yet not striking Till thou hast lipped the victim to thy liking!
abominations spoken of by the apostle are freely practised in our midst. Nay ! they are even the boast and the defence of that spectre of evil, So- cialism. The awful drama which the unhappy wretch who penned these horrible utterances has to unfold is alas! too common. Its study may be useful to us as showing the logical outcome of Atheism and Free Love. For the former, death ; for the latter, the death- in-life of a frightful, loathsome, shameful disease. “ Receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet ”. It may seem al…