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JEZEBEL 9 To thy white skull, thy palms, thy feet, Clinging, dead, infamous, complete. Now let me die, to mix my 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.
10 JEZEBEL CONCERNING CERTAIN SINS. SOME sins assume a garb so fine and white That the blue veil of Heaven seems to shade Their purity. They are winged so wide and bright That even angels pinions seem to fade, And the archangels wing recedes in night : Ay ! even God seems perturbed and afraid Because it wears so holy a garb of light Of perfumed fire immaculately made. These sins are deadly. God is merciless For Love that joins Mans passion with His power, And makes to bloom on earth a fairer flower Than heaven bears. Our token of success Is…
…famy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung ; For Gods breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky The vulture hangs, a ghost unclean ; The lewd hyaenas sleepless eye Darts through the distance ; these admit My lordship over herand it. The host is lifted up. Behold The vintage spilt, the broke…
…traps for fervent feet ! The morrow beaconed, and I came By where the golden groves of wheat In summer glories fiercely flame ; To those white courts, by princes trod, Where Ahab sat, and mocked at God. Where Ahab sat :but lo ! I saw No king, no tyrant to be curst ; But she, who filled me with blind awe, She, for whose blood my thin veins thirst ; The blossom of a painted mouth And bare breasts 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-barre…
…er of his fathers tomb, The slayer of the vineyard king. Gods judgment, and his fate, I bring. The city gleams afar ; I see Samarinas white walls on high ; The mountains echo back to me The vengeful murmur of the sky ; All heaven and earth on me attend To prophesy the tyrants end. The gates are 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 warde…
…was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of long years Lo ! it was faery, and the spell of tears Dissolves it utterly. O bid them go, These white-faced boys, where calmer rivers flow And birds less passionate invoke the spring Or seek their loves 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,