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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…
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…ton girls Would turn away and sigh and touch my curls And slip half-conscious to the old embrace : And now you will not let me see your face Or hear your voice or touch you. Ah ! the hour ! He moves. Come back, come back, my lifes one flower ! Come back. One kiss before your leave me. So ! Stopturnone little kiss before you go ; It is my rightyou must. Oh no ! Oh no !
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4 JEZEBEL And on my haggard face upturned She spat ! Ah God ! how my cheek burned ! Then, as a man betrayed, and doomed Already, I arose and went, And wrestled with myself, consumed With passion for that sacrament Of shame. From the day unto this My cheek desires that hideous kiss. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows, I lust for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night, (My …
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…s abide No longer by her stiffening side. I crept like sleep toward the place That held for 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 !
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…ds. 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.)