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1912 · PDF PAGE 27

Household Gods

‘Over the hill! The hunter is hot—this is the kill! The heart of the home Is a fury of foam; ‘The 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 sile…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 40

Household Gods

ADELA. Til kill her now. But sec! my swan is dead. Auicta. ‘Yest and what light is breaking overhead? What blaze of blue and gold envelops us? Crassus. O marvel! O miraculous! Abeta. ‘What is it? Why, my lover's life, in me Once concentrated, now diffused, illumes ‘The endless reaches of eternity With infinite brilliance, with intense perfumes. Autcia. then your lover was some god’s disguise. ADELA. And you have robbed me. Now beware your eyes! [Ste springs at Arscis, who guards herself easily. But in the struggle her robe tears. Autcia. Take c…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 21

Household Gods

…ot 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

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1912 · PDF PAGE 26

Household Gods

…et our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and rape When I am alive in my solemn shape? Shrili, shrill, 29

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