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JEZEBEL. PART I. A LIONS mane, a leopards skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmels peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My vo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 10
…Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, Who is on my side ? Who ? he said. Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head.
1898 · PDF PAGE 8
…in. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the pangs of night My shuddering body swoons ; my eyes Absorb her eyelids lazy light, And read her bosom to devise Fresh blossoms of the heart of hell And secret joys of Jezebel.
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
JEZEBEL 11 A SAINTS DAMNATION. YOU buy my spirit with those peerless eyes That burn my soul ; you loose the torrent stream Of my desire ; you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole lifes hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devils bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bi…
1898 · PDF PAGE 11
… me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered Jezebel ! She turned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. Ah ! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again ! She smiledI know she smiledshe sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died !
1898 · PDF PAGE 6
… close because of night Whose heavy breath infects the air ; The dog-star gleams, a devilish light : I thought I saw behind me glare The eyes of fiends. I thought I heard An evil laugh, a mocking word. The gates swing open at the Name, Without a warder roused from sleep ; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched, although I weep. (For even my tears are tears of fire, For loathing, madness, and desire.)