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…y soul With thy red soul, to join our hands, To weld us in one perfect whole, To link us with desirous bands. Now let me die, to mate in hell With thee, O harlot Jezebel.
…ss. 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 parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from deaths womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through nights insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises mo…
…reasts tinctured with the south. For lo ! the harlot Jezebel ! Her hands dropped perfume, and her tongue (A flame from the dark heart of hell, The ivory-barred mouth, that stung With unimaginable pangs) Shot out at me, and Hell fixed gangs. Her purple robes, her royal crown, The jewelled girdle of her waist, Her feet with murder splashed, and brown With the sharp lips that fawn and taste, The crimson snakes that minister To those unwearying lust of her. And all her womans scent did drift A steam of poison through the air ; The haze of sunshine…
…wings Brings terror to the hearts of kings. Anon, and I am driven out In desert places by desire ; My mouth is salt and dry ; I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If Gods damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ;
… bloody with hot ranks of dead, I smote amain with sword and shield ; My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast : Men were afraid. But II knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my loves adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies. I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul…
…with weaker, wearier wing. Turn back from safety ! Let Gods rivers pour Brimstone and fire, and all his fountains roar Lava and hail of hell upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead,
… end endure ; Some stronger soul than thine shall wrest his crown And thrust him from his own high heaven down To some obscure forgetful hell. For me Forsake thy hopes in him ! We worship, we, Rather the dear delights we know and hold ; The first cool kiss, within the water cold That draws its music from some bubbling well, Looks long, looks deadly, looks desirable, The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave t…