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…me rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws densoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection. Crassus. MOKE without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup. Dead falls desire. Black smoke thou art, © altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart. I see her still— Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will. "
1912 · PDF PAGE 20
…lls; Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark! Aurcta. Some god laughed. Crassus. ‘Your mouth is like some god’s. It burns and blooms With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes. O let me kiss you! Aticia. So you stop my songt [She ceases the tune. Crassus. There is another song. Auicia. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! Crassus. By God, girl, not I love Alicia, Aurcia. Ah! you love her sol [Ske daughs. 23
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
…ays keep them there. Then I might dare. Crassus. I swear it. O my sweet! Anica. Then take my kiss. Crassus. Your mouth is like a rose of fire. But what is this? I cannot bear it. Aurcra. Ail Uhu! Uhul It is my heart; this arrow strikes me through. Stir not one muscle for a moment. Death! You beast, you kill me with your urgent breath. Crassus. © how I love you! [He moves violently. 24
1912 · PDF PAGE 13
…fish Played in its oily depths. Some monstrous wish, ‘The shadow of some unspeakable desire, Strikes my heart cold, and sets my brain on fire. Aurcra. Learn this, as we pass through the portico: Fear nothing; there is nothing you can know! And by these terraces and steps that gleam Wintry, although the summer night is hot, This—what we seek is never what we find! 16
1912 · PDF PAGE 15
… we are like dead leaves in autumn’s whirl Of wind upon it. Crassus. Mystify me, girl! It is the right of an elf. Surely your flickering fire Will draw me to some mire! Aucta. Here the stream dips its mouth into the wood. So does youth’s calm and chaste beatitude Touch the black mouth of Love, the ancient whore. Crassus. Girl! what a scorpion leaping from your lips! Auta. My mouth stings as no scorpion ever stang. In this round impudent smiling face of mine There is a poison fiercer than all wines And from these eyes more subtle sorrows pour Th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
… storm is awake, and the billows comb. But though I be ‘Their frenzy of glee, I am also the passionless soul of the sea! Mine eyes glint fire, And my cruel lips curl; ‘Mine the desire Of the god and the girl; But fierier and fteeter, And subtler and sweeter Than the race of the rhythm, the march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the veil withdraws And man looks on h…